The not so silent house
Is pushed, pulled, from pillar to post
Floorboards extracted
Joists replaced
New tongue and groove timbers installed
Before the conservatory was constructed
Even for a project manager
It takes some working out
How the normality of life
How the minutiae of life
Could have continued
Around such disruption
Dust did indeed beget dust
All of loss lost its way
All of excitement
Became buried or thwarted
By the devastation
By the missed directions
Stillness is as stillness never was
Yet, so I hear, you go on building
Was I the foil, were you in reality, the constructor
Knocking down all that you could
In search of all of which you felt
You nowhere near ever had; not ever
