Cold refusing to meet warm
Under floorboards and carpet follicles
Damp breaths eyeless and many-fingered.
Our breath is on the windowpanes
Tissues full of sneezed out spores
Offerings of salt sopped through.
The bin is spilling over again.
Our neighbour rips out another of his rooms
Its contents marching through our shared lawn
Of blitzed undergrowth
A flagged territory of soil
A front door open to stereo
Bass and anti-theft chanting
A hole smashed in the window over his kitchen sink
Walls and windows can’t close
Against the noise, the smell, the night and rain and growth
At the nucleus of this wetness
Passing from cell through septum, pore
Eating through warmth
Like the pans of scrambled egg,
Cast plates of glistening sausages
Shared garden offerings
To the toothless hunger of worms.
By the sheds
An ash with half a rusted saw
Stuck through it
Soon to be eaten through