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The Honourable Member

December 31, 2018

The quick of the fall.
A punch to the heart
outside the hardware 
store is all it took.

I knew him as a schoolboy,
the way he rubbed dog shit
into a Chinese lad’s hair.
He had dreams of war.

He’s flat on his back now,
crying for his mother.
A woman from Napoli, long gone.
She was of good standing.

I watch from under a streetlight,
the knowledge that he’ll always be fine. 
I think I’ll do the shed in the spring.
There’s always an offer on Creosote. 

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