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-         Des Dillon (U.K.)


I went to my father's van

and was handing out Stanley knives,

hammers, bottles of Glenmorangie

and lager tins to these strangers.

These are the things I associate with

my father.  Joiners tools and whisky.

Oil paints, dumbbells and fists.

The strangers had danger hung

over them like a dark net curtain.

A veil.

But nothing we, me and my father

and long dead brother, couldn't handle.

Anyway they weren't there to do us harm.

They were there to help our hurry or bury

or carry things away from this

unnamed oncoming doom.

And there was a building to be cleared out too,

like a cross between a working man's

club and our childhood home.

And a purgatorial sense we'd never get it finished.

"We'll never get this finished."

My father said. And though we knew

that to be true we kept on going.

It was the right thing to do.