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Pen Kease – at his feet
a few days later and the brother arrives
to take his newly washed clothes away
she didn’t know when she coupled
socks that he was already
she has been to Pompeii knows
they pour in plaster don’t they?
then chip away at petrified ash from
the writhing bodies their dogs
you feel you can touch their death his
shoes are like that too
today on top of the box of clothes
each shoe cradles the ghost of a foot