the vacant lot

Mrs. Coley’s three-flat brick
Isn’t here any more.
All done with seeing her fat little form   
Burst out of the basement door;
And with seeing her African son-in-law   
(Rightful heir to the throne)
With his great white strong cold squares of teeth   
And his little eyes of stone;
And with seeing the squat fat daughter   
Letting in the men
When majesty has gone for the day—
And letting them out again.

Gwendolyn Brooks, “the vacant lot” from Selected Poems. Copyright © 1963 by Gwendolyn Brooks. Reprinted with the permission of the Estate of Gwendolyn Brooks.
Source: Selected Poems (Harper & Row, 1963)
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