650 feet below the surface lies a salt mine

Still in use today, though for alternative purposes.

The family that founded it, of course,

Built a place to stay down there, and one of the descendants,

Harold, or Old Geezer, depending on which employee asked,

Lives there still. The "house" has a facade,

An exact replica of the Victorian craftsman

The family had on the surface, blown away

During the Dust Bowl era. The descendant now,

By day serves as a Museum & Mine docent, though truthfully

Has found his life's (avocational) work as a "specific hoarder,"

Pillaging the National Archive, since the government

Eminently-domained space within the mine. This precious storage,

Just down the way from the house, far more worthy (and interesting) a treasure

Than nearly worthless salt, is missing some key items…Terminator glasses, for one,

A curious document from an untitled folder from a monthly file, 11/63, that had been

Tucked in a cracked file cabinet,

And, rather pleasantly, Clarence's bells ring every time

He opens the family house's front door.

Replicas on mannequins, and nice but not as rare finds from antique stores

Up on surface streets. (Mandated) housewarming gifts are his justified payment

From the government for their grift.

He does, however, have a growing concern for the increase in number

Of wee-morning visits by the men in black with the banker's boxes,

And the steel-barred room to which he has never

Gained entry.