Walking through the house

Was strange: your

House that burned, now

Skeletal and



Beams and cross-beams,

Bannister askew—rooms



In neutral shades of earth

And ash,


An appliance here or there;


For all the blackened parts

And where textures are

Impressed with soot and

Shadowed particles,


The house we see

Could be


Rising from the ground

As new:


Save for a generation’s

Life, now endowed only

By memory as legacy,


Which I think you saw

Upon the bones of

Your remembered home,


As we all walked through