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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.
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