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Mar 2016
There is a body in the lake
You did not put it there
But now you have to deal with it
Now you have to console the ghost
And remember emergency service numbers.

You’re waiting for the cops with the ghost
sitting on the grass with your arms around your knees
And you say:
“Sorry you died
Sorry you lived
Sorry about that time you got food poisoning in that burger bar
Sorry your kids don’t call you at all
Sorry there will be no one who will cry for you
Now that you are gone
Sorry it happened in a muddy lake near a textile factory
Sorry you died
Sorry you lived”
There are not enough sorries.

But the ghost just smiles, and shrugs
Tells you it’s ok and kisses you on the cheek because
Sometimes **** just happens
And all you can do is say that it happened
Here, look at my hands and my face, it happened, alright?
So forget it already.

You are waiting by the lake, looking at a body
Covered in silt and lank weeds with skin blue and bulging
You wonder how it happened but don’t ask
You think you have an idea
Are those rocks in your pockets?
You still don't ask and
The ghost stands up an says it has to go
So you say goodbye, and wait by the lake alone with
red and blue lights in the distance.
E A Bookish
Written by
E A Bookish  Sydney
(Sydney)   
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