Eviction

the bailiff called early that day
you would not listen
he knocked on your door
but you would not hear him

he looked through your letter box
too
but you hid in your bedroom
like an ostrich
you hoped that he would not see
you and would leave you be

the bailiff returned with others
they knocked too
still you would not listen
and the carpenter walked to
his van and claimed his bag of tricks

the sawing and knocking began
but still you would not listen
it was not happening
you were still safe

they broke through your door
and then you listened
they showed you papers
but you did not read them
you glanced on the floor where all the
other letters lay

you wouldn't leave and the bailiff
picked up his mobile
and the police came and saw you
too

you had to listen then
they spoke and you picked up
your clothes in a black bin bag
and your favourite book
and that tape you liked

and they closed the door
behind you