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Words on Robson Poetry
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Catherine
We'd never been to a funeral
and went as we were, unsure as usual
how to fit in and trying to believe
anything so cruel could exist
that would kill a girl so young,
something we couldn't pronounce
killing her from the inside.
We had no doubt
that youth kept us invincible
and it was unbelievable to us
that fairness wasn't always there.
She was one of us, graceful and confident
went to our school, lived over there
in the orangy and stucco house on 33rd
you know, across from that little park.
She wasn't at school one day, she was ill
then they didn't know when
she'd be back, she was very ill
and finally it was whispered around
Did you hear about Catherine ?
She was 14 and so were we
and that's what rubbed us so hard
seeing her lying there, a slim undertaking
her thinned hair made the most of
her lips painted as they never were
and her closed eyes and folded hands
moving into us.
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