Whitwick Pit
Two care homes slug it out on Albert Road.
Daughters choose
between red brick or stucco
and pilasters.
The brochure doesn’t mention
the damp course and foundations
buried in the clinker
of a redeveloped yard.
Philippino nurses, mass-produced and smiling,
dispense two cans of beer a day
and shovel mashed potato.
George sits by the window with a view
of other windows.
The winding wheel dismantled, he remembers how his shoulders
heaved the darkness out of Leicestershire
on trucks that lit a nation.
Terri )O(
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