college sick bay
i count the bells knelling
classes to a close
father crying
he has always taken funerals
in his stride
The baby coos
laughs and
rocks the pram
whispers inform
strangers
I am the eldest
the corpse
stanched
bandaged
he lies in the
four foot box a poppy bruise
on his left temple
a four foot box
a foot for
every year
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