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Mushrooms
larrylark

I gazed impassively.
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My uncle’s corpse
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was an interloper.
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Laid out, grey shroud,
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dim lit room, could barely see.
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This was the house he’d built himself.
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Helped dad put a sink
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in our first home.
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Ripped up the stone flagged floor.
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Laid asphalt throughout, door to door.
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Once he took me down town
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to buy mushrooms.
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I didn’t like them.
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“They'll soon grow on you.”
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Held one to his nose
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I imagined they might sprout through my clothes,
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wondering how he’d been on The Burma Road.
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Survived on nothing.
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Dreamed of eating mushrooms.
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After the war
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he slept, light on all the time.
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Feared a haircut, didn't say why.
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Drank too much, never cried.
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To see him trussed up,
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left with the paraphernalia of death
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seemed less than right.
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He should have been dressed in builders clothes,
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mushrooms scattered everywhere
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beneath blazing lights,
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after one last trim of his bright red hair,
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turned white while he was over there.
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Some man my uncle.
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20 Oct 18


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