The Wall Cabinet

Above the steep back stairs So high that only a ladder can come to it, There is a wall cabinet hidden away.

No one ever unlocks it; The key is lost, the door is barred, It is shut and still.

Some say, a previous tenant Filled its shelves with rows of bottles, Bottles of spirit, filled with spiders.

I do not know. Above the sleepy still back stairs, It watches, shut and still.