We Used to Own Houses

I loved the poem. I admired the construction,as refined frame, of film.

A landlord. His evicted renter. A confrontation. A glass with wine, a poem imposed by young man to be read by landlord. Impressive images, very actual in present context ( maybe,too actual) . And the cynical verdict/ conclusion of landlord.

A special significance - the presence of the wife of fake host.

Great for the fresh portrait of revolt,idealism,protest and vulnerability of young people. For admirable beauty of image. For message. And for lovely, dramatic end. In short, for so many motives, just a precious gem for who fair be gratefull. Or a sort of wake up.