The inside of my bones
Know this December light
Know this December cold
And Angus pulls on his lead.

A white Highland terrier.
Your bedside companion
Until that December
I took him for a walk.

The inside of my bones
Know this December gust
The surface of my eyes
Gathers so much gritstone.

My December vigil
Your bedside, Mum. Your breath
Irregular like gust.
Went to Dad about it.

I told Dad about it.
“Take Angus for a walk”
And the gust blew the grit.
And Angus pulled his lead.

Home half hour later asked
Where you were. Ambulance
Had taken you away.
I’ve never seen you since.

Gust is ghost breath and still
Brings water to these eyes.
The inside of my bones
Know this December cold.

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