Tag: loss
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What lies past the curtain?
What lies past the curtain? Machine-cut headstones, or uncanny brows? Butcher bags, or our neighbour’s best guess? You. I can see your shadow on my grave: Puce ears, stained skin. You clear yesterday’s rubbish, Left by some Rock-raved, unwary kid— Polish the dimensions, caress the crest; Think, remember: unwashed trays in the scullery, A room…
The Barbaric Yawp 