Debt Before Dinner

Is this the house
that my father bought, on credit,
from the First National Bank of Boston
(which begat Bank of Boston,
who seduced BayBank, and begat BankBoston,
who then was raped by Fleet,
who had also taken Shawmut, and they begat
FleetBoston Financial, who ravaged Summit
when it brought troops to Boston,
before the invasion by
Bank of America)?

Is this the debt
my family holds – owed
to some strangers from the South,
who’ve never
even come to supper?

 

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