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Sport 43: 2015

From the house where he took her life

From the house where he took her life

‘I gave him his footsteps,’
said the stairs to her upstairs.

‘I gave him five sharp knocks
on my door,’ said her bedroom.

‘I gave him all of my metal,’
said the lock on her door.

‘I gave him her arms floating out
towards him,’ said her open suitcase.

‘I gave him her striped curtains,
her photos tacked to wallpaper,

the silver light shining
off her computer screen,

I gave him her trees, slashed
by wind outside her window,

I gave him blackbirds,
screaming off the power lines,

I gave him the chipped marble
waves of her harbour view,’ said the house.