• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 04
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When he died, grey drapes were drawn
in the empty schoolroom.

Twelve boots drummed dust
from bare floorboards.

Somebody read second-hand words, drearily
quoting chapter and verse.

As the mourners went off, one woman’s eyes
smiled in the sunshine, as she rehearsed

plans for young Seth from the village
and coloured curtains . . .