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Deleting Footnotes<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/strong><\/p>\n You can never prepare for this task. Discovering now what you never knew, There are always secrets, some small, Some findings can confuse or bite, If you are lucky there can be humour How will you be unmasked when the clearers come? <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n
\nIt demands no passion in the wrecking,
\njust obliterating all signals of existence
\nthroughout your dead parents’ house.<\/p>\n
\nfinding parts of what you came to be.
\nEventually appearing in your first school report
\nfolded neatly under your first baby shoes.<\/p>\n
\nsix hoarded packs of sugar, several tins of spam
\na forgotten habit, triggered by War memories
\nonly recently remembered and re-lived.<\/p>\n
\na carefully hidden photo of an unknown,
\na small suitcase with letters of exchanged love
\nan intensity that shocks, and must be burnt.<\/p>\n
\na desk drawer full of jumbled keys
\nbrass and steel, but only one labelled
\n‘This was the back door key- before the lock was changed’<\/p>\n
\nHave you already left the footnote for your life?<\/p>\n