women inherit
the ghost estate
their unborn children
play invisible games
of hide & seek
in the scaffold frames
if you lived here
you’d be home by now
they fear winter
the missing lights
on the unmade road
who they will get
for neighbours
if anyone comes anymore
if you lived here
you’d be home by now
the saurian cranes
concrete mixers
the rain greying into
the hard-core
the wind
in the empty windows
if you lived here
you’d be home by now
the heart is open plan
wired for alarm
but we never thought
we’d end like this
the whole country
a builder’s tip
if you lived here
you’d be home by now
it’s all over now
but to fill in the holes
nowhere to go
out on the edge
where the boys drive
too fast for the road
that old sign says
first phase sold out
William Wall