The policy is to scrap a lot of this housing,
to discontinue a certain kind of face. They
throw windows and doors on a scrapheap –
the houses look like toothless, noseless old men,
the children look exactly the way
the children of the future will never look.
“You must leave all your belongings behind.”
“I’m sick of talking about dreaming.”
“In times long past there was no worrying
that something unfortunate might happen.”
“No danger. Hard work and adventures.”
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