national poetry month day 15

The Group Scheme

You carry these things. I knew the cottage
in question was the home of a lad drowned
in the Moy, in the sixties, and that his
mother had not eaten fish since that day;
they never found a body, the divers, and
I knew she lived alone, though I couldn't
think of her name. But you carry these things.
'I'm two days without water,' Mrs Burke
told me. Burke, that's it. I apologized.
( I said pipes elsewhere were giving hassle )

- Martin Dyar