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somebody's blood
flows into
someone's hands
it's only natural
the breath
caught out now
sweet now
carolling decay
behind the beat
the memories
are echoing
with iron rods
a knife under
the stairwell
a cold pre-dawn
eviction certain
garments left
beneath the bed
the messages of love
neglected bookmarks
in a range of tales
they'll never
read or write
a steel dish
forgotten
in a street at night
& nosed mid-morning
by a neighbour's
ageing dog
all I recall
from the Audrey
Hepburn film
were the trams
without tracks
just loose connections
to the sky
another day
another traffic jam
another lane closed
for improvements
it's as if
you're watching
from the top
of some dead tree
Oxford, 24th August 2018