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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