They had to knock out a wall

before they could winch me

onto the back of a lorry.

My neighbours came to watch;

I hadn’t left the house in years.

They fastened me inside

an industrial freezer.

Then began the chore

of constructing my coffin;

a glamorised shed.

Men hollowed

a corner of a field,

my parents looked

at the crumbled soil

and remembered the woman


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