In a new house
I live alone.
My mother and father
Both are gone.

They are cancelled by

Electric words

And classed as something

I once heard

From a woods now buried,

From a sky now full.

Where are my parents

And their hard will?

How huge and fiery

These years have grown,

To make them nothing!

All I have known

Since then is God’s—

This conflagration,

The horror of

His dispensation.

Command or comfort

I have not heard,

But see—burned in my tongue,

These must be His electric words.