Monolith

I am occupying
your empty house
on your city’s south side

I am occupying
the seashell collection
you left behind

Occupying the mold
that’s creeping over
the saturated walls
the photo albums
from the ski trip and
the junior prom

I am occupying
the leftovers
of the feast

Occupying the soggy lawn
that was overgrown
before winter
and is now pressed flat
from the weight of snow

I am occupying
the weight of emptiness
that moved in when you left
and the footsteps you left behind

I am occupied
with the state of mind of those
who moved you out

I am occupied
with their justification
through seven deadly sins
seven cardinal virtues
seven Roman candles
seven seals and seven stars
a percentage of the gross profits
a fraction of fractionalized effort
the portion rendered
unto Caesar
and the remnant offered
unto God
by the purple robed emissaries
of the King
and all of these are empty
as all the ruined houses
that were once homes

I am occupying the Everywhere
of the New Battleground
Staring into the orange eye
of Monolith
as it claims
it is anything but
Monolith

If I am rejected
forced out or sold out
pushed to the margins
there are always
the foundation cracks
to be occupied
pushed upon
frozen open with water
and blood

made into chasms
wide enough for you
to shelter in
as Monolith
shatters