hadn’t heard, hadn’t listened

‘I’ll make the tea’

cooked but cold

killed then plucked

parched lips

fully clothed

‘she is shouting’

on the dark veranda

make his cocoa

in the old Remington

like a little dog at Lela’s heals

a little reward

only he had not known

feather’s plucked

zephyr breathes

better than good

the shock

‘send Minnie in’

laughing like drains

wrong and weak

go home