ANOTHER MAN'S HOME

They took down the house brick by brick
As I watched sweaty men at work
Striking damp walls with shovel and sticks 
This house reaching ruins with every jerk

The scent of old occupants probably remained
Mingled with the odour of wreckage and dirt
How long it took to build this home
How soon it'll be just dust on earth

Sunlight seeps through cracked windowpanes
And life creeps out of marble floors
Dandelions that grow for no one else
But for the wails of creaking doors

You will be gone sooner, sweet home
To be replaced by an architect's new plan
Painted in red or white, who knows
A house belonging to another man

-K.G.