Flight and Return

The locked house next door
now shows signs of life,
people have moved in,
a man and his wife.

Don’t let the word spread,
please keep the kids quiet,
don’t question the mailman,
folks might start a riot

if a few of them knew
they had come back again
to a place no one thought
would be occupied when

the owners moved out,
sold the place for a song,
pulled shades down for grief,
for right turned to wrong,

as the floors of a heart
cave in under the weight
of stone words piled up
by the white hands of hate.