I suppose you get used to it.
He was born in this house
made of wood and concrete
and one door that opens off the second floor
into the air.
He is the last of six sons
and daughters too
but they married and moved and changed.
He hasn't.
In the barn walled in by corn
there is a roof beam that reads 1842.
It could be amended to
"1842 and still working"
but nothing in this house is ever amended.
Mended yes, fixed and repaired
but never changed.
My grandfather has hands like wood-
oak root, that snaps concrete.
He is the master mender
but even he does not change.
He was born in this same house
as his father.
His father died here
and so will he.
The shower water smells of blood.
It has seeped through the house into the earth
where nothing ever changes.
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