lay a pint and a pie on my grave

All the way back to 1998 now ...

... and this rather special collection by Jo Shapcott:


When I Died

I’m coming back on All Saints’ Day
for your olives, old peanuts and dodgy sherry,
dirty dancing. I’ll cross dress at last
pirouette and flash, act pissed.
You’ll have to look for me hard:
search for my bones in the crowd.
Or lay a pint and a pie on my grave to tempt me out
and a trail of marigolds back to the flat,
where you’ll leave the door ajar
and the cushions plumped in my old armchair.

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Jo Shapcott (1953 - )

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