Bare Market Update

The window-frame guy looked out
Over his dreary common again
Leaving his dead parrot on its perch
He'd chanced going to the window
After all his recent sanity challenges
The exploding chest and self-doubt
And saw the rodent shell was long gone
The entire square had been levelled
Built up with boxes of slashing knives
A noose out the front of each door
Hard to make out in the endless gloom
He saw the shadow of a heritage plaque
Denoting the death of that young girl
She'd deteriorated there long ago
Her bones were used as building lome
The rest of her they tossed in the sewer
Upon which the marker was attached
Apologising for any distress caused
The plaque got pulled down sometime later
Because it itself was deemed an eyesore
By the corpse-resident's strata committee