[It] is like the plastic bags

would have become fashionable for the furnishings/furniture

because for what to remember the dead

and gather dust in the house

 

The spiderwebs emigrate/migrate

and the ants do their thing:

they take the last crumb

of/from a home, sweet home

 

Mother/mum cooks, sweeps, and looks at me

with the suggestive pupil of the plague

and when [she] walks through the garden

[it] is because she goes searching [for] empty nests

 

But when the click of the gate returns,

she smiles, the dog enters and asks us

if today we had left over a little

of our absurd bread of every day.