Sleeping In The New House

Old shadows break in the brand new walls 

The dirt projected by the naked winter giants of trees 

Stains bare wooden flesh with familiar rusty bandages 

All the old calloused front porches 

Welcome the newcomer 

You can see the tears marked on the ground 

Where the old house stood 

Outlined in chalk like a crime scene 

At the bottom of a pit 

That got ripped in the floorboards 

But the construction workers – 

They plaster the old wound shut.