alex chez soi

There was once upon a time
A house made of charcoal
And upon this same old time
The boy who made her whole 

The house of which I speak
Had no window nor door
And there are still some who wonder
How he did to get indoors

It so happens that the lad
Taken by the work
Forgot that to inhabit it
The least of doors would prove its worth

Once acknowledged the fault
He felt hard on the floor
And there he stood gazing
As if forevermore

Curious people would come
From all over the world
To admire the work of art
The house made of charcoal

Others would come
In an effort to approach
Of whom the intrigued young man
Wouldn’t even get close

And as night softly fell
He let himself lay
Until the sun was born
Announcing a new day

And one other night
And one other day
And people left
Fading away

Until one day like any other
Announced but by a growing sound
The house shattered in to peaces
Bowing to the ground
Bond to hers as his life was,
the boy that we now know,
became, forevermore,
a ratchet of charcoal.