Photo by Kim Nelson
The sign taped on the door
Is a good indication
Of monsters that once dwelt within.
One abusing the walls
Floors, appliances, subs
Won’t deem hurting children a sin.
“Respect me, you bastard!”
“… what I say, not I do…”
Whimpers, cries, lift not over the din.
Neighbors knew, but weren’t sure
So did not act or tell
Fearing father if they butted in.
Kids stopped going to school
No one visited there
His façade had grown dangerously thin.
Then one night he took off
Left door open to all
The horrors inside grisly, grim.
And the sign went up.
*On a recent trip to Alexandria, Virginia I pondered this row house, set amongst others in wonderful shape, and wondered about the true story behind the condemnation sign. Then I made up this one.
