A first experience of death, suitably dressed.
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This poem was selected by Helen Ivory to appear on the poetry and prose webzine Ink Sweat and Tears
The boy was coaxed into the room
clad for the first time
in his new school uniform
nothing was said
the heavy silence in the dim light
warned of a new unknown
leaden on the bed
his fearful eyes spoke
but nothing else moved.
After purposeful nudging
young lips sought the rough cheek
bright as buttercup in the sweated sheets.
This poem has recently been selected by Helen Ivory to appear on the poetry webzine Ink, Sweat & Tears
