Affected by this Issue
By Philip Sidney
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They’ve been working on the house two doors down for 6 months now
It looks spectacular
Young men have been there all day
music blaring
machines churning
They have a dog
who keeps an eye on their progress
I heard one of the builders took his life on Friday night
I am bereft without knowing
who
or why
I walked past the house just yesterday – the vans were there - the dog keeping guard
the house looking like a modernist dream
The job continues
How will they live there?
How can I live here now?
Grief does not stop them working –
the house –
it’s just
a house
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The simplicity of this makes
The simplicity of this makes it all the more moving
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the house is just a house,
the house is just a house, but the builders have suddenly ceased to be anonymous robots, and the association and reminder is there when you see the house. Rhiannon
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I can really understand why
I can really understand why you needed to write this poem. The shock of knowing this builder took his own life is devastating news whether you knew who he was or not, and it leaves its scar.
But hopefully time heals.
A heartfelt write.
Jenny.
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