
Failure of Letters
The inhabitants of the poem are evacuated,
as if a fire had broken out
in a dormitory or a
nursing home, but it’s just
that the letters have failed,
they stood in the wrong order for battle.
They look back and see
the collapsing house in which
they could have lived a different life.
They look at each other, shake hands.
If this is how we’re saved,
let’s stay together, wait,
and see if another poet
will write a better abode for us.