Friday, 6 March 2015

65. Fanfare

For much of the night your lungs crackled like burning leaves,
the sound crept along the hall to the spare room
where I slept, or tried to, anyway.

Wide awake in that pre-dawn dark, I heard
those tinder dry coughs, a thick and unyielding fanfare
poised to prick the peace of this new day.

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