You remember this house;
You were led here by a waxed string.
You remember these stones:
The path of retribution.
You were led here by a thin string.
You remember these windows:
Their silent dolor:
The windows of broken forgiveness.
You remember this red brick.
You measured it with your wet toes.
See the imprint here
Where your shadow dare not cross.
You have walked this path.
This path of retribution.
You count the cost
When you remember this house.
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