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Recognising Homo Erectus<\/strong><\/p>\n In the British Museum with skeletons Bunk beds and camp beds and He will get up and go to work His children might inherit this <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Graham Clifford<\/strong> was born in Portsmouth, grew up in Wiltshire and lives in Walthamstow with his partner and two daughters. He has been published widely, internationally and nationally, in such magazines and the Rialto and Magma. He is a Head Teacher. www.grahamclifford.co.uk<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Recognising Homo Erectus In the British Museum with skeletons you can\u2019t get away from the memory of the family that all live in one room. Bunk beds and camp beds and the illness of a father that gets into the fibres of everything like the smell of fried mackerel. He will get […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-19013","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19013","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19013"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19013\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19106,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19013\/revisions\/19106"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19013"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19013"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19013"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nyou can\u2019t get away from
\nthe memory of the family
\nthat all live in one room.<\/p>\n
\nthe illness of a father
\nthat gets into the fibres of everything
\nlike the smell of fried mackerel.<\/p>\n
\nand come back and lay there
\nlike bared electric flex,
\nunsafe in the dark.
\nEyes open looking at nothing.<\/p>\n
\nor mature too quick in order to deal with it
\nbut the story is
\nbefore anyone can help
\nsomething has happened
\nand a new family is crowding into the small room.<\/p>\n