Saarkikoski said
To me people are more like houses
Than the houses themselves
I know what he means
That ruined old man across the way
His sons dead in the war
Wife paralyzed
Or that’s how it went
Now no one’s there
The moon is new tonight
And looks like a boot
Tangible abstractions
Wood, stones, people
Let’s write a charm
For the houses, stones,
Disfigured spirits
The leafless branches…
Planet of the Blind 