Clay moulded figures
Burning on cracked glass
Gouged in a series
Of brush strokes
Is the only image
That stays in my mind
Peeling off the walls
Of the tram
Kicking you away
In the flames
As the wind tried
To hold you back,
Tied in invisible chains
Mourned by seagull’s echoes
As your words
Hummed over and over
In my mind
‘Stay away, stay away’
‘Stay away from what?’
I said
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