Slum Hopes
The men didn’t sleep even after dark,
clanging steel and creating sparks beneath moonlight
working away at the shackled houses
She stood in the room with her back to the empty window
looking at the little feet protruding from the blankets
like little fireflies, steadily glowing because they did not know.
She guarded them. She listened and hoped
the noises would not enter their dreams
on this last night they had.
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