PhoPoetry for the Recession

Going, going,  gone.

     A home left alone and empty, like a person abandoned, soon falls into disrepair. 

     With both, there are forces at work, forces that

     --unmitigated by the presence of someone to love--

    will have their way.

    Without heat or warmth,

    without scrubbing or caressing,

    without attention paid or windows cleaned,

    with no purpose left, 

    they fall to pieces.

    Gone. Gone. gone.