The day he
picked up
his furniture
the frost had
left the ground
so the builders
in the suburbs
could pour
for the prefab houses.

It was a Thursday.
Spring was on its way
said the housekeeper.
There were only two of
ten little soldier boys left.
The child was upset
but contained himself.
The bookshelves were dusty
no one had thought of that.
The walls filled up with wounds
as pictures were removed.