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Mama Mada
but that's why mankind
alone among the animals
learns to cry
Churchyard
by Sue Hubbard
Maybe this wind knows
something we don’t, daddy;
a secret it hugs close
and won’t share
as it blows across
the village churchyard
and the vicar firms the edge
of the freshly dug hole
with her wellington boot,
opens the labelled canister
and tips you in.
It’s the plastic Evian bottle
that throws me, with which
she rinses the caddy,
swirling round the water
to make sure she has every
last speck, every particle
of ash that once was you.
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