The Houses Arrange Themselves Almost
The houses arrange themselves almost
so they seem unlived in like the graves.
There is cleanness that can't be remade,
a bric-a-brac of glanced geometry
and matrices nesting. This word is fence.
This fence is built of wood. Behind the fence
a yard of bodies hides. Aside from the names
I can't read the words.
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