The Household

The Household 
In the realm of the household
wreckage needs to be fixed
almost every other day,
when a washing machine breaks down
or when the purifier calls it a day
quite so often the pipes leak,
often enough the hot water
has its elemental problem
and when all is fixed,
restored, controlled,
and you think works done,
the wreckage of human life
need repair.

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