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Ramptom Special Hospital
Arrival
I remember the crossing between fields of oil seed rape
the spider track of a black bus in a sticky yellow web
six jostled passengers
faces borrowed from artic explorers
the moment before death. I remember.
I remember the carbolic stew that woudl not digest
but jostled for air at the back of my throat
then the fence, the guards and the one armed barrier
dropping behind as a wire severes a ration of cheese.
And then, I remember, we were inside.
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