Barbara A. Taylor
The Twelfth House

It was at Shalom
one month to the day
when she was killed in
a car collision and he
could walk away, her
cat, her dog, he put
outside. His cat, his dog,
inside with him.They
all perished. Left, an
iron double bedhead
on smouldering hot ashes.
Their garden bloomed
blue irises. It was the
twelfth, the final house.