A Poverty Line Domicile

Where did paradise go?
Menace coursed like an underground torrent
Broke its way into the light
Vestiges of childhood rubbed clean
Washed to translucency

When they tapped the line the core shattered
Waves wet hanging, sweaty hands
Drowning and destroying
Our cries turned to gurgles
As battles tore the heavens

Now, all they do is listen
Grave-robbing history

Love dies when we slap and holler

The pillars of the house fell
Through tangled brambles fresh fruit will grow
Ripening on the branches
Sugars and sweets in seed


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