Just a few bodies live together in a hole,
A burrow in a space of cement concrete.
Pigeons that return on beaks of worms.
Gophers in their holes of common space
Exploring life, sharing its outer darkness,
As the sky hangs in balance, tautly held.
Our children eat porridge off our hands.
We are their white walls, with nail-holes.
Their clothes are hung in our blankness.
Away from the overhanging sky of the roof.
One by one, noting each other’s presence.