She sweeps him
up.

Puts the bits of
broken urn in the bin.

Empties the back end of
the ***** bottle.

And with the aid of
a little yellow funnel

decants his ashes from
dustpan to bottle.

A little cloud of him
hangs in the air

like a genie
appearing from...

She keeps him in
the ***** bottle

for ohhh...years

despite him being
a whiskey man.

When he was a real
life man

he would beat her
when the spirit moved him.

Sad to say she was glad
he was dead.

His death gave her
her life back.

She hated the way he
coloured her

skin in
with big blooming bruises.

One year she just got fed up
looking at him in the bottle

in his ashes to ashes
transformation.

So she just flushed
him down the loo.

His photo kept on
smiling as

he watched
behind the ***** glass

this her
final revenge.