Fantom Phiddler (fantomphiddler) wrote in morallybankrupt,
Fantom Phiddler

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Untitled - for a friend

"This morning at 6:20 Dr Shipman was found dead in his cell at Wakefield Prison"

Do you know
That you have been dead
6 years, now?
Do you still make the daily shop
For bread, for fruit?
I glimpse you sometimes
From the bus
Your back round against the wind;
Or turning a corner;
Passing through a crowd
On market day.

They bubble up
These memories
Struggling for voice
Gasping for breath

Do you still save new pennies
And old magazines
Wondering when I might call?

Somewhere deep,
Tangled in roots
Amongst rotten weeds
Something gathers
Hollow, black

An empty shriek
A loneliness
I had thought filled
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