And I'm sure it wouldn't interest anybody...

Things change when people dont know who jack kerouac is.

The people at the grey hotel are either aged or unwell
The guests who chose to stay aloof lie wrapped in rugs upon the roof
A statue with a gas-lamp torch has toppled over on the porch.
The way the others wish to go has been obscured by drifted snow.
The careful stroller should beware of objects falling from the air.
It's known the skating pond conceals a family of enormous eels,
a voice both ungenteel and loud has spoken from a passing cloud.
The monuments above the dead are too eroded to be read,
A venturesome but wounded bird is making an unwelcome third.
They sifted through the ancient mound; No bones or artifacts were found.
A fugitive and lurid gleam obliquely gilds the gliding stream.
The infant dead dead beside the path escaped the orphanages wrath.
The light is fading from the day, the rest is darkness and dismay.
They've gone and left it all alone: an absolutely useless stone.