April 20, 2018
August 7, 2018

He made a sand house

and stomped on it.

He made a cardboard house

and tore it to bits.

He made a wooden house

and a candle that warmed him burned it.

He made a tin house

with help from a neighborhood friend

who quarreled with him about ownership

so the two families razed it.

He made another out of stone

on the edge of the city

and armed individuals occupied it.

He made another carved into the mountain

and they flattened it to make a highway.

He went back at night to the place he’d been born

and didn’t find the house;

all he recognized were a few pigeons

who stared at him

so he’d give them some bird seed or a little water.

Translated by Alison Hughes