Gutted

The empty shell stands against the horizon
Grey boards stand as a skeleton against
The morning sky revealing the jagged edges
Gaping open and sharply raw. What purpose
Did you once serve? Were babes born under
Your beams? Did you keep a herd safe and dry
Under those hewn beams? Did you once rejoice
In your outstretched shelter of protection?
Now you stand old and dying, no use anymore
You are returning to the ground, melting into
The land that surrounds you, welcomed home.