Family Just a few bodies live together in a hole, A burrow in a space of cement concrete.

Pigeons that return on beaks of worms. Gophers in their holes of common space Exploring life, sharing its outer darkness, As the sky hangs in balance, tautly held.

Our children eat porridge off our hands. We are their white walls, with nail-holes. Their clothes are hung in our blankness.

Old men stare at ceilings, under the stairs. Sagging cots bring them closer to the earth Away from the overhanging sky of the roof. Just a few bodies that return to the earth, One by one, noting each otherâ s presence.

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