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In his
dark
room he is finally
alone
with spools of
suffering
set out in
ordered
rows.
A priest preparing to intone a Mass.
Belfast. Beirut. Phnom Penh.
All flesh is
grass
A
half-formed
ghost. He remembers the
cries
of this man’s
wife
, how he sought
approval
The reader’s eyeballs
prick
with
tears
between the
bath
and
pre-lunch
beers.
From the
aeroplane
he stares
impassively
at where he
earns
his
living
and
they do not care.