Blueprint for an essay on houses

Villagers from one room dwellings come to the city.

     All sorts of calamities: eruptions, tsunamis, getting lost, losing ground,

     gusts that hollow bellies and blow down the telephone poles, eg Miramar

        No one owns: the weatherboards (wet), the flax slapping against the wall

        (green), eg along the The Parade where the paint's peeling off in strips,

            or the cemetery registers, eg Makara, the details of where someone is or isn't

            (like grandfathers born into shoe-boxes, then incubated in hot-water

                cupboards).  Lyric, lyre, cord and gut-string,  'Last stop before the end

                of the world, baby.  Last stop and first'.