The Chimney
The chimney once was a fountainhead of smoky rush; and freshly baked scent wished bon appetit to all who inhaled; the breathing chimney stamped a guaranteed two square meals and a roof above to those destined forever beneath the line. The phallic pillar upright against the sky proclaimed it's right of the patriarch, preening breadwinner's pride, pampered and revered, arrogant in success, trampled lesser mortals... Now forlorn, dusty and cold, the conflicting personality has gone to sleep. An era of demigods ceased only middling exist. No more breathing out aroma, the pillar stands in oblivion of its benefactors' short term memories.
