Sunday, February 7, 2016

Susan Hawthorne #38 all my dead

all my dead are beside me
the humans and the dogs
those for whom I have no body
are memory holes
my grandmothers and others

the bodies of my mother and father
are clear and present

among the dogs my puppy Spot
run over before my eyes
was grieved as should be
but Candy littler still
I dreamt of her for months
nightmares in which she starved
twenty-six years later
I learnt she'd been shot

(tbc)

3 comments:

  1. Very moving. I love the title and line. 'All my dead are beside me' ... that is how it is.

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  2. Thanks. I will probably continue this as I can.

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