they talk about whole
and accessible
soul sort of existence
like a given

invite those they-sorts
in and the shredding starts
with some hope
of a final braid

a plait straight
and narrowing
down the erect
spine in back

fiddling with the stubby
end in a fight
or fright sort of
standoff, waiting

The news reader
said something about
decolonizing data

but no, that’s not right

it was an email that mentioned it
as if read by a newsperson
who could have read it
if there was money to be made

or maybe someone who

would understand it
as if it was a real thing
full of emotion needing decolonizing

but numbers really

that mean something
if we know how to think
about it.

Strikes me
His book collection
Was probably little more
Than disposed of
After his death.

I would have liked it
But in the end
He was not nice man
After years bereft
It rubs off, makes impressions.

The continued concuss
Of being ignored
An empty marriage
Decades of the desert
Nothing ever good enough.

We lived parallel lines
Surrounded by books
That couldn’t betray
Sat silent with great weight
Accusations aside, he read them, every one.