Home Security
I know this house
Inside and out
I’ve been here
A long time
The walls and floors
I built myself
I hammered the
Top and sides
The little yard
And crooked walk
I tended
They were mine
I treasured them
For many years
Until I lost
To time
Growing old was
A backhanded gift
I got to have
My prime
Then came age
And later death
That left me
Here confined
Now the stairs
They do not creek
I step but
I just glide
I try to sit
On my bench
But through it
I just slide
Many people have
Come and gone
With realtors
As guides
They stomp the halls
This way and that
Describing what
Is fine
They point out
What been done
And how it’s all
So bright
The rooms they all
Have different paint
The rugs are
New designs
The first ones ripped
The mantle out
That was their
First crime
When they tore
The shutters off
I sat down
And cried
They didn’t stay
Very long
But enough to
Wreck what’s mine
The next ones came and
They nailed holes
To hang a
Bunch of signs
Posters and pictures
Of everything
The biggest
They could find
The windows they
Busted out to
Hang up their
Wind chimes
More destruction and
The rest of my heart
Gave up there
And died
Left with no
Other choice
I knew how
To decide
I had to make
Them want to leave
To run somewhere
And hide
I waited for the
Home tour group
To start the
Upstairs climb
Then I slammed
All the doors
And started
To arise
Slowly up through
The rug
Between their feet
And twined
Ghostly arms
Around their legs
And wrapped more
Up their spines
I held them there
And gargle groaned
A warning they
Would find
Completely
True if they
Came back
To slime
Their selves around
My home again
Today or
Any time
“Go” I yelled
And moaned “get out”
“Stay away”
I advised
They shivered and
I held tighter
A restored home
My drive
“Run” I screamed
As the walls shook
Then I flashed
The lights
The realtors began
To shriek
A haunting
Their demise
“There are ghosts”
The group croaked
Deciding not
To buy
I deeply laughed
An evil cackle
And released them
To resign
Myself back through
The boards
Leaving their
Screams behind
They took off
Down the stairs
Tripping
To stay alive
I watched them run
Across the grass
Slipping as
They tried
To get away from
Old dead me
And the house
With fear inside
I may be dead
But I’m not gone
And this home here
Is mine