Mean

Your Mother was buried on Sept the 11th
Not thank God billowed into other peoples lungs
her ash combed out through metal shards
No your Mother was buried calmly
a poem read by Grandchild
a Vicars speech on faith delivered warmly

Your Mother was lost years ago to some
collapsing brainstorm
she ate and breathed but that was all
as if she was blind and deaf with grief
even so
I ran out of tissues
all my sorrows lively as skipping girls

And when we got home we found
a neighbour had complained to the landlord
about a car that wasn't even ours
just in case