The Naked House, a poem by Ermelinda Makkimane at

The Naked House

The Naked House

written by: Ermelinda Makkimane



They’ve laid her bare, the new buyers.
The traditional house they’ve paid for
with hard cash.

Today an army of workers
meticulously removed
the old Mangalore roof tiles.

And placed them at a safe distance.
Then the bulldozer came. Hesitatingly
took down the balcão front first.

Then half a wall. Next the kitchen.
Later it moved with greater confidence,
demolishing the old mud house
in a few hours.

Marching her back in time
to her muddy roots.
Now the gaping foundation remains.

And the walls of the outhouses.
Why did they leave the outhouses?
Could it be to dispose off the telltale signs
of their guilt?

How she stands exposed and shamed.
The keeper of secrets at road’s end.

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