…on a bed of domestic garbage –
cans, bottles, rags, ring-pulls, bottle tops,
rotten fishheads, serrated lids, jagged meal tops,
flips without their flops – mulched thick into a mattress.
Through months of rain and months of sun
That soaked, then baked her clothes to her body;
denying her the ritual of burial within 24 hours:
This was how my grandmother was found.
With permission from Peepal Tree Press From ‘Irki’ (2013)
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