Smithereens Press Chapbooks SP14 - The Lighthouses by Daragh Breen | Page 22

and then the vision of the badger,
covered in soot,
spilled from night’s chimney,
left heaped on the side of the road
as we drove past,
returning from your mother’s funeral,
and I was hoping that you wouldn’t see it,
but you were alone anyway,
as if wearing a hood of wolf,
and I felt that all I could do
was to follow you
bearing all the dead things of this world,
and that all you wanted
was hidden in the earth,
clasped in a solid box of wood.

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