Drapery Shelter

Limp and rusty strings on a swing set stitch
A mouth that talks to the moving legs, gapes
Keyholes to the padded inside go unnoticed
Dancing fabric will always move when it is free

Many wells to peer into, masonry brick fall
The structure has uprooted the purpose 
Anti function unravels to the test of decay
"Play with me until I die." It says, but it is dead