the vacant lot

Mrs. Coley’s three-flat brick

Isn’t here any more.

All done with seeing her fat little form

Burst out of the basement door;

And with seeing her African son-in-law

(Rightful heir to the throne)

With his great white strong cold squares of teeth

And his little eyes of stone;

And with seeing the squat fat daughter

Letting in the men

When majesty has gone for the day—

And letting them out again.