Peering through old glass
into empty space and silence.
I used to love that accumulation
of lurid heirloom furniture;
Spain's history casting shadows
on a family by their open fire.
There was always shelter here
no matter how late the flight arrived
and with luck you could escape
the bugs - a kind of bedroom roulette.
Creaking passages snaked everywhere,
a spiral to a broken tower.
Well off the online radar
but modernity still caught them up
while health and safety took them down.
The Japanese, they like things clean;
voracious insect life endured
spilling blood one time too many.
For the atmospheric Pension Malda Barcelona R.I.P.