Enough
before the killing.
Failed attempts at beauty.
How can he fit
all those glittering glass plates,
without questions?
Are these unique thoughts?
Grace in the home,
despair in the rooms.
Wood reminiscent of liquor.
How can he look like
a family in this home?
How can he live on earth,
somewhere else?
What can he not afford?
Respect and conversation,
a mirage in the front lawn.