Wrecking Ball to Tenement

So what if you’re
a hundred-year-old tenement
and have been home
to many families
from Polish to Portuguese
to black to Spanish.
That means nothing to me.
I’m a giant ball of steel
swinging on
an unbreakable chain.

I get to do this again and again.
Before the hour is up,
you’ll be nothing but rubble.

Like the guy on your third floor
who liked nothing better

than slapping his old woman around,
I don’t have feelings,
just consequences.

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Orbis, Dalhousie Review and the Round Table. Latest books, “Leaves On Pages” and “Memory Outside The Head” are available through Amazon. Read other articles by John.