Because all the fancy sentiments have been used up

I’m happy to grieve in plain sentences
while “the feelings”, acute and delicate ones
live in other poems penned by better poets

we knew it was a shit idea to begin with
yet like other ideas of such a nature
we let it be the scaffolding and the brick
even a little the mortar

whatever the cause, the lack of planning
permission or the absence of design at all
who cares – we were the kind of builders
who get shit done

things stood for the time they stood
and I don’t know if it’s a surprise
that bulldozing seems the easiest solution
any resident left occupying the house
at the appointed hour
can be considered fair game or just
a bit of blood and bone
ready to prepare the garden