for love

for love

when my aunty
heard the news
her grandson
her ‘boy
she’d say
killed head-on
just starting
to fit the frame
of a grown man
she stopped
dead in her tracks
two weeks on.

she had lived
though years
of rationing,
long silences
out on the farm
moving to a
small town
with a park on
the edge of a
pine forest the
state highway
tore by
everything a
marriage did
and didn’t bring
could take it all
yet couldn’t
take this.

she died
for love.

september 2011

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