G Man K Man

Sliding iced food
a woman, long summer trousers, flaring ankles, red hair, questions
and how I saw it, his hair was with her, DNA, grey fine flesh
re-linked walls
font seated, duffled, booked
his brother was my socialist disco taker
echo knew north
cousin drummer gave up life for a fifteen floor tower block and a charity shop habit
fend off the law
doctors prescribed
cousin still had the walk from straight up his backbone
shaved his hair until tinfoil grey died
chemist said “not seen him for a long time”
back in Rigamortis
factory food
minded fat girlfriend impregnated, daughter, where now fat girlfriend daughter, he’s here in 37 years later leaning into eating stock
missing for minutes
backward facing pointing out, hands on knowing shapes, dialect escaped his lower jaw jut, hosing ears
taller
brother-friend
Nazi boy singing “fucken communist”
right eye re-engineered
brother-friend
short blue trench coat flapping
energy
eighteenth century Presbyterian sin house, graveyard, Chancellor’s outpost
I worked, he worked, army jumper worked
remembered
refusal
recall myself with iron points