We lie
in its debris
From each other
we hide
our used genitals
You excavate
the silence
I quarantine the space
between us
You say
with your eyes
The last time
we
together
and I convince myself
the same
You leave
the DNA of your taste
in my throat
and what else
that's left
of us
Is not worth
a road kill
{ Ashford Special School}
When a child dies
A cross is made
in woodwork
Flowers are drawn
in the art room
The playground swing has
a minutes silence
The school flag is hoisted to half mast
Clouds hold themselves together
a little tighter
The sun burns its candle
all day