His name was Claude Stanley Choules.
He was a living testimony
Until today.
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All night fat flakes fell gently
So we woke to a world clean, fresh and bright.
Thickly wrapped we ventured out
Anticipating rare fun, knowing it would not last long.
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The face I see is one with drained flesh
Losing form and identity;
Bones breaking through the outer parts.
Hands, knarled and stiff,
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The right life is marked by simplicity.
Fresh baked bread.
Butter, cheese, pickles.
Blackberries gathered, eaten with cream.
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Awake my soul
Listen to the spirit song
The heart beat of love.
Awake and take your share
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One week in four I slip into daydream,
The real is veiled; a world is inside me.
An ebb and flow of physicality
With forced moments of dull lucidity,
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Dear Dad,
You said - you will end up like your mother
Enjoy it while you can-
By which, I presume, you meant fat,
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Gaza is bombed.
Railway strike ballots.
Suicide bomb child,
Widowed at seventeen.
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I add mayo to prawns.
Stirring, the squelch of fish on sauce is satisfying.
You eat breakfast.
A blob on the bread spreads with difficulty.
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