Tardy Emancipation
by David Immanuel Clarke
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She felt a perverse comfort knowing he went the way he did: face down in a bathtub full
of his own putrid waste. Three whole days he was there, bobbing up and down in the
dense liquid, until she arrived home and moved him.


I was in London for the weekend visiting my daughter; I just needed a break from it all.
He was a total bollocks. I knew this when I married him in 1948, so don't think you have
to feel sorry for me, I knew.
Of a Monday morning I got home, and I knew he'd be down the Slaughter House, getting sheep heads for the dogs, so I go straight into
the front parlour, where I'd been sleeping because of the arthritis, and had meself a short nap. I had the dogs in with me as well, all seven
of them, even the big heifer-like mongrel that thinks she's bleedin' gorgeous. Your probably thinking now: Why can't she smell the aul
shite? He's been floating in his innards for three days!
Well, I'll bloody tell you why. For one, the bathroom door was closed, and no smell could get out; secondly I can't bloody smell anything:
I'm 84 years of age, I've smoked all me life, and that fecker has broken me nose so many times it doesn't work anymore.
It was in the afternoon, so it was. I woke up to the sounds of the chapel bells; I get up to feed the dogs and make meself some
marmalade and toast, and I realised it had worked. Filthy little faggots were after shittin' everywhere; can't blame them though. Would you
be able to hold it in for three days? That took a half-hour to clean up, Jeyes Fluid and all. He'd of kicked the living daylights out of me
babbies had he seen all that shite on the floor. That's how I knew.
Why didn't I go up to the bathroom? I knew he was gone now, even if I couldn't smell him. He was sick for years; always complaining
about something or other: 'Mae, will ye get me a mug of tea for me throat', or, 'Mae, this mug of tea is cold, get out and get me another one'.
The aul bollocks; I should have got rid of him years ago; went to London and left him with no coal for the fire and taken all his bloody
tablets.
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