The walls of the house are bleeding today;
I’d better call the exorcist again.
We’ve called in experts in a dozen fields—
bats, rats, roaches, cracked foundation, and mold.
I’d better call the exorcist again . . .
(last time!) He said the house was haunted, cursed.
Bats, rats, roaches, cracked foundation, and mold:
the hidden half of a cut-rate mortgage.
Last time, he said the house was haunted, cursed—
we didn’t know murder had been done here.
The hidden half of a cut-rate mortgage:
unfair stain that can’t just be scrubbed away.
We didn’t know murder had been done here;
we’ve called in experts in a dozen fields.
Unfair stain that can’t just be scrubbed away!
. . . the walls of the house are bleeding today.
— Deborah L. Davitt
Deborah L. Davitt was raised in Reno, Nevada, but received her MA in English from Penn State. She currently lives in Houston, Texas, with her husband and son. Her poetry has garnered two Rhysling nominations and has appeared in over twenty journals; her short fiction has appeared in InterGalactic Medicine Show, Compelling Science Fiction, Altered Europa, and The Fantasist. For more about her work, please see www.edda-earth.com.
Editor’s Note: This Pantoum reminds me of Murder House, a TV series. The image is from Spiral Graphics: http://spiralgraphics.biz/packs/floor_wall/index.htm?3
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