Persephone
       

She walked into the Sheaf of Wheat
one night and disappeared.

The barman found her grainy image
on CCTV for the police,

but she was gone without a trace.
Two weeks later the place burned down,

guard dogs silenced with a cut of meat
spiked by a shadowed figure in a cap.

Some say there was a smell of sulphur,
others got a whiff of shite.

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from After The Fall
Salmon Poetry
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