Draft excluder.

Now the dust behind the doorway
Must be thicker than it was when
It was open,
For I know it levers inwards
But I cannot push against
Its closure.

And I’m told it isn’t locked
And that the room is bare of
Any trappings,
Having been appropriated
By the house clearance
Contractors.

And there are no people in there
Or I would have heard them call
Once shoved against;
So unless they’re dead and propping
Up the door I’d best assume
That no one’s present.

And the landlord isn’t helping,
As he’s left me all alone
With idle hands,
And I’m feeling rather certain
That the door will only give
To devils’ work.