Ruined farmhouse in
crepuscular light
parquet floor a mosaic
of rabbit and sheep
droppings.
Sagging linoleum
in the kitchen
below the old
kooka stove.
Peeling wallpaper,
dust doing its dust dance
in the half light.
Nothing else to indicate
a man and a woman once
lived here in
love and hate,
had conceived in
one of these rooms
or the other,
three children
one with a physical
deformity the parents
were ashamed of.
In this house jam was
dribbled on the floor,
urine swirled around a bowl,
and dreams on a pillow.
Children left, never to speak
to their parents again.
On the wall illuminated in
a shaft of sunlight
a bleeding heart,
and outside the house
a shroud of blackberries.
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