A plague built this house

                                      out of thirty silver pine pieces

                    cut from the woods with solemn hands

It hovers above the Georgia sands

                                      on white brick pillars, this pine box

                    built for a man to live in while he died

This house cut from the forest’s black hide

                                      put its first guest in the ground

                    headfirst under the cemetery tree

This man left his house to me