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