Walking past this house the temptation is strong
A brick through the window, a boot in the door
This is white This is open This is fragile This is
Valued – auctioned last Saturday (the bidding was persistent)
This is someone else’s property
now
Someone else’s
Home This is closed to the streets with
No remembrance of past No
Remembrance of loyalties No haven
for the outcast I hope
Somebody
Scrawls graffiti on your walls in
Indelible black and
it lasts