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.