or to be dragged into something it does not hold.
Every house is on offer for family
Every dog for domesticity, contentment, or contempt
Every bit of weather a fragment for a mood.
In this room this morning I wrote the Shoah,
pogroms and massacres,
children dead, blood on sleeves.
I wrote events that murder.
I wrote the left behind reeled.
There are no meanings here.
Beneath this room the pipes were banging:
not little bangs, either. The house was shaking.
Clanging pipes, technically: water hammer.
Check it on Google.
But the pipes wanted something more than air and copper.
I'll stop pondering the underneath,
stop considering that the bang is loud,
an intrusion, a ruin of the house as shelter.
Yet I can't help thinking that the fault is not giving metaphor to objects,
but in refusing them that draw.
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