~
day to day
week on week
six soulless months
have ambled by,
reluctantly the
family buzzards
have circled, landed
and finally picked
the carcass clean,
next week
new folk arrive,
children’s voices
trilling, trailing
around their feet,
the sad thing is
for evermore, it
won’t be Joe’s,
just them at No 4.
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