Hands carried in empty packets
like parcels unwrapped
bed and blanket
neatly stacked
‘It’s fallen’ someone shouted
no glittering fragments – a moving
panorama – all exactly as it ever was,
but different.
Did my eyes avoid yours
brother dear?
Family – like the branches
of a river – blackened
coloured candles, extinguished
White faces of the daughters
whispering silences for the sons
Naked bulbs show light
shall we share one last supper
before our – last goodbye
I knew from the cautious intake
of your breath – that soon
it would start, all over again.


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