"Some houses are built on midden and are replaced by midden when abandoned."
I will never abandon you,
My ash-heap of sweepings. You may
Abandon me. I'll never know.
I love you with all the fervor
Of a tenant in a mansion
More ancient than my memory
And falling to pieces daily.
You are me. You are everything
Becoming me, peace, suffering.
Your ancestors revered their own
Ancestors and buried their bones
In the foundations of their homes.
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