Black Christmas

Fifty fucking years

this black snow’s fallen

every Christmas.

It fell on my father

and his father before him.

Stepping out

into the grey December light

cold and tired.

Home to a bath

and the warm hearth

of family.

A bond of men

tighter than brothers,

thicker than blood,

darker than midnight.

All gone now,

like d...

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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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