knocking and drilling
for a year
next
door
pauses
for a row
wild raised voices
a
bellow - GEEEET OOOOUT!
i can feel the hot heads tight panic
the
destabilised fire
the
icy eyes - like i'm there/like its me
front door slams/shakes the masonry
and
of course i look out the window
the
daughter
drives her hatchback angry
free hand
hiding
her
eyes - i feel her desperation in one glimpse
and
it
rings
primal
bells
its
apocalypse for a quiet man
even
when
its
next
door
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