The Hollower

What is that moment
When life has left?
How does that glint
In their eyes disappear?

When does flesh
In the held hand become cold?

Make hollower the hollow house
Pack her delicate ornaments
Treasured trinkets in three
Cardboard boxes: Rubbish, Keep, Charity.

Keeps are bubble wrapped, newspaper parcelled

Rubbished tin cans, fridge food, perishables

Charity clothes, some unworn, still packaged in plastic

It was not in the just after midnight
Quiet bungaloed street
It was not the alarming mobile ring
Rushed answer
It was news my sister died

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