“ANNIVERSARY” 17 October 1996

Your flesh lies
dissected and discarded
pale grey skin on a table
your entrails sold for
profit and taste
a shrivelled fruit
replaced your disembowelled eye
dream of family lie
on a wok and a bowl.

A life of clean water
fresh fish
spawn, escape,
get away from this
but your body remains
on a pub table burnt
by a mourning child
two days after his mother died.

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