You stood with Ingrid
on the grounds
at the back
of the bombed out
butcher’s shop
on Harper Road
she looked anxiously
about her
her eyes large
behind her
wire framed glasses
are we allowed to be here?
she said
I don’t suppose so
you replied
but who’s to know?
and you walked along
the broken up pathway
to the back
where there was a huge
refrigerator with the door open
she looked in
her hands holding
each other nervously
what if someone got locked in?
she said
the lock’s busted
you said
you can’t be locked in
she looked at the lock handle
which had been
broken off at the end
you peered
in the back door
of the shop
smelling the staleness
and damp and ****
where some old *****
had probably slept the night
or used it as a ******
what’s that smell?
she said
holding her nose
between finger
and thumb
some tramps
****** in here
I suspect
you said
he’s not still here is he?
she whispered
no he’s long gone
they don’t hang around
in daylight
you said
she didn’t look
convinced
and leaned close to you
taking your arm
don't worry
you said
I've got my six shooter
in my pocket
and you patted
your jacket pocket
she looked through the door
you moved inside
and took her with you
her hand clutching
your arm tighter
Holy Mary Mother God
you heard her whisper
you entered the shop
and looked around
at the empty shelves
and the discoloured slab
where they used
to cut up the meat
her hand gripped
you tightly
as you moved into
the passageway
she whispered more
holy words
her eyes large
her small fingers
almost white
on your arm
don’t worry
you said
I’ll not let anything
happen to you
she looked up the stairs
that led up
from the passageway
what’s up there?
she asked
bedrooms and living room
I expect
you said
you climbed the stairs slowly
she held your hand
following behind
you listened for any sounds
her breathing laboured
her hand tight in yours
at the top of the landing
there were three doors
and an open space
where there was a lavatory
and a broken sink
you took her in
through one of the doors
into a room
where the roof
had a huge hole
showing the sky
in the corner
was a discarded bed
with broken springs
and a wardrobe
with the doors hanging off
you took her
to the window
and looked out
onto Harper Road
you smelt her near you
that mixture
of peppermint
and dampness
like one not quite dried out
after rainfall
you both watched
the traffic go by
her hand rubbing
against yours
her 9year old skin
against your
9 year old skin
Innocent as daisies
no sense of trespass
or grasp of sin.
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 3:41 AM UTC
You stood with Ingrid
on the grounds
at the back
of the bombed out
butcher’s shop
on Harper Road
she looked anxiously
about her
her eyes large
behind her
wire framed glasses
are we allowed to be here?
she said
I don’t suppose so
you replied
but who’s to know?
and you walked along
the broken up pathway
to the back
where there was a huge
refrigerator with the door open
she looked in
her hands holding
each other nervously
what if someone got locked in?
she said
the lock’s busted
you said
you can’t be locked in
she looked at the lock handle
which had been
broken off at the end
you peered
in the back door
of the shop
smelling the staleness
and damp and ****
where some old *****
had probably slept the night
or used it as a ******
what’s that smell?
she said
holding her nose
between finger
and thumb
some tramps
****** in here
I suspect
you said
he’s not still here is he?
she whispered
no he’s long gone
they don’t hang around
in daylight
you said
she didn’t look
convinced
and leaned close to you
taking your arm
don't worry
you said
I've got my six shooter
in my pocket
and you patted
your jacket pocket
she looked through the door
you moved inside
and took her with you
her hand clutching
your arm tighter
Holy Mary Mother God
you heard her whisper
you entered the shop
and looked around
at the empty shelves
and the discoloured slab
where they used
to cut up the meat
her hand gripped
you tightly
as you moved into
the passageway
she whispered more
holy words
her eyes large
her small fingers
almost white
on your arm
don’t worry
you said
I’ll not let anything
happen to you
she looked up the stairs
that led up
from the passageway
what’s up there?
she asked
bedrooms and living room
I expect
you said
you climbed the stairs slowly
she held your hand
following behind
you listened for any sounds
her breathing laboured
her hand tight in yours
at the top of the landing
there were three doors
and an open space
where there was a lavatory
and a broken sink
you took her in
through one of the doors
into a room
where the roof
had a huge hole
showing the sky
in the corner
was a discarded bed
with broken springs
and a wardrobe
with the doors hanging off
you took her
to the window
and looked out
onto Harper Road
you smelt her near you
that mixture
of peppermint
and dampness
like one not quite dried out
after rainfall
you both watched
the traffic go by
her hand rubbing
against yours
her 9year old skin
against your
9 year old skin
Innocent as daisies
no sense of trespass
or grasp of sin.
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