clear-out
the skip
arrives unloaded like a burden
metal against
metal the machinery
the grinding
mechanics of what is still yet empty
with the
attitude of a coffin chosen but unfilled sturdy
then the work
begins years that have carelessly gathered
in boxes
overfilled and spilling in black binbags stuffed
bursting and
split amongst webs forlorn and tattered
are dragged and
heaved through opened windows
to fall
cascades of
childhoods a honeymoon and holidays
of clothes
outgrown cast-offs and hand-me-downs
the broken and
the bent the damaged and the disowned
the flotsam and
jetsam of undiscovered beaches of unremembered bays
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