You dare look at me
Old house with siding grey and spare
You stand tall and—
You, empty of life
years gone gone gone
How dare you look proud
As if still housing families
and Sunday dinners with offspring
and their children?
to modern houses with insulation
and electric lights and indoor baths
one by one all slipped away
your people are no more.
Don’t you hear?
You have no purpose save to remind me
Of winter nights with chamber pots
And hot summer nights rank with sweat
Where, shaking with fear I saw
wild creatures in woods
That bite and sting
My mother lived in you, old house
- and died.