From The Attic

 

A wooden chest, labelled ‘Uncle Jack’

Slowly I start to unpack:

 

Inside there sits some dusty books

Carefully placed so if someone looks

They will not see what’s underneath

A collection of human teeth

A fine, silken, black top hat

A jar half full of congealed fat

Some boiled sweets in a paper cone

Something that looks like a finger bone

Some dead flowers sharp and brittle

A wax effigy (that disturbs a little)

A walking cane with golden knob

A pocket watch with gilded fob

A bottle of crimson red ink

A round plug from a sink

A butcher’s apron stained reddy/brown

An old and tarnished bent half crown

A ticket for an east end flop

A doll with it’s head sliced off

A small piece of blackboard chalk

Some cloth that smells a bit like pork(?)

A red splattered washing rag

A large expensive Gladstone bag

A knife that almost looks home made

With a long sharp and rusty blade

A confession scribed in dripping red

‘From Uncle Jack and all my dead…”