the vacant lot

Mrs. Coley’s three-flat brick
Isn’t here any more.
All done with seeing her fat little form 
Burst out of the basement door;
And with seeing her African son-in-law 
(Rightful heir to the throne)
With his great white strong cold squares of teeth 
And his little eyes of stone;
And with seeing the squat fat daughter 
Letting in the men
When majesty has gone for the day—
And letting them out again.