Kat Meads

Miss Jane Repurposes

 

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With little bruised bodies like startled moons,1 the small
Fry of Deacon roam farther today.
Houses do fall.2

To the ruthless young, old houses call.
And there the Sivell house, abandoned, decayed.
With little bruised bodies like startled moons, the small

Excel at plunder. Rubber boots, a thimble in the hall
Canning jars—the commonness of life conveyed.
Houses do fall.

On splintered stairs Miss Jane tumbles, mauls
An arm, a leg. Yeah? So? Her pals keep to the rot and fray.
With little bruised bodies like startled moons, the small

Call out to spirits—bodies once/here installed
Before dusting away.
Houses do fall.

How many years before emptiness appalls
Miss Jane's pack of scattered strays?
With little bruised bodies like startled moons, the small
Houses do fall.

 

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    1 Djuna Barnes
    2 E. M. Forster