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