Dogs and drives you liked: Conservative of course,
A teacher of royals, middle England's heart.
A life spent in fairy tales, come to this.
Family pretends you're normal still,
Straws grasped, speaking as if you understood,
Closing ranks to shut out the truth of you
Stopping up their ears to rumours of screams,
Behaviour that you'd never tolerate
But cannot help, like blood or vomit.
No amount of praying can correct
A dissolution, monosyllables
Dressed in plaid, the skein of manner holding
For now. An ineffable order you create
Walking weary patterns on more time.
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