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
It was news my sister died
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