tell me about that house

i have no interest in

the mansion

behind the iron gate,

surrounded by beauty.

trees and water.

white swans

floating on the lake.

tell me instead

about that abandoned

house,

the one with the broken

windows,

the rusted swing set

in the yard.

the chain linked fence

unraveled.

tell me about that house.

who lived in those

small rooms,

what went wrong, or right,

seeing that they

are no longer there.

tell me about their hunger,

their thirst,

how they warmed each

other by the fire.

tell me about the children,

was this the end,

or did this make

them go further.