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Easter Road, Edinburgh

She was in her prime, Her slender body Is still intact, no wounds but Her mouth – It is open and her teeth Are red . . . red and jagged, Like an impaler’s spikes On which many a tiny creature Has squeaked its last. Blunt grey eyes stare ahead Still, not comprehending, But blindly aware of something. Perhaps someone should move her, Throw her into a dustbin Or into someone’s garden. The unheeding traffic Has completed its task And sweeps blindly past. – 2 – Here lies McPuss, Hit by a bus. Requiescat in pace.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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