for love
when my aunty
heard the news
her grandson
her ‘boy’
she’d say
killed head-on
just starting
to fit the frame
of a grown man
she stopped
dead in her tracks
two days on.
she had lived
though years
of rationing,
long silences
out on the farm
moving to a
small town
with a park on
the edge of a
pine forest the
state highway
tore by
everything a
marriage did
and didn’t bring
could take it all
yet couldn’t
take this.
she died
outright
for love.
september 2011
Yes, the ‘random’ that is not random at all.
and the ‘clustering in small ‘Death pockets’ happens so often…