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Carnations
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...
Friday 3rd April 2015 8:04 pm
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