NEXT DOOR

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