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collection, The Last King of Fife, 2005,
HappenStance
ISBN 0 9550280 2 7
In the Mort House
On calm nights when
the sky
slips
down to drape the land in black,
behind
the Mort House shutters
in
an outer room the widower
keeps
watch; and heat from two fires
cannot
stop his shivering. Beyond
the
lath-and-plaster white partition
those
grim sisters, time and sweet
decay
work on relentlessly
to
beat the body snatchers
at
their game.
His
ears alone can hear
the
resurrection men steal out
from
earth’s dark folds,
boots
scraping sparks,
spades
finding stone,
then
earth, then flesh
wrapped
bone.
Eleanor Livingstone
To see a film of Eleanor reading In
The Mort House, click here
(YouTube).
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