by Kevin Higgins
Tomorrow we vacate the House of Hope,
in the brown cardboard boxes
we retain from our previous exile.
Once we’re safely gone,
the plain kitchen table at which we plotted
each morning to colonise
the world with hope,
and the big thin TV that took such pleasure
in telling us
it was over
will be placed in an industrial crusher
along with any traces
of the foolish hopes that briefly flourished here.
Then the windows through which we
thought we saw the sunrise
ripped out, the roof torn off
by a manic crane and not one concrete
block left standing on another,
so no one else tries to set up shop here
and bother the world with possibility
after we vacate the House of Hope,
as tomorrow we must.
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