Child of the House You Built

But not for me.
Fate has not one
Thing to do with
This. You built it.

It leaked. You died
When fate shot you.
We should all start
Out like small parts

In films from which
We can quote lines—
You have no hope
But to say, yes,

From birth, from speech
At least, we knew
We were as good
As dead. Nice house.