You're gone but it was good

You had to put up with a lot

My moods and wanderings

A child dying alone in his cot

Carnations bring you back

Our shady garden bowers

You dangle from my heart

In chains of faded flowers

High up on Ilkley Moor

Laid in fields of heather

Laughing we made love

Never mind the weather

His birth was not easy

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Carnations

After the bath
she used to drag
black worms
of coal dust
from the corner
of his eyes.

He has never cried,
though sometimes -
when he thinks back -
for no apparent reason
he finds charcoal
on his cheeks.

He is clean now,
though for many years
every crease and wrinkle
on his angry forehead
was gritted with
carbon hate.

Where once stood
a newsagents
on the corn...

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