• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 01

Dead Peoples Stuff or Ale

the sign was for the people       mourning exchanged
for hope and the prospect of a bargain
in the midst of a wannabe jumble       they clamber
pushed up against long flimsy wallpaper tables

rickety legs       bowing under the weight
of moth holed baggy trousers and jumpers
musty smelling tablecloths stained with fat
globules from Sunday lamb dinners

like flapping Vultures they finally leave
laden down with guilt       items once loved
previous owners remembered
only as dead people's stuff

someone stops at the welcome sign
hovers like a skilful bird       removes two letters
adds F and S to their pile of bounty
so more people will come       pay their respects