The Execution by Liam Wilkinson

Hearth rugs are
beaten in the yard.

Each sink is made
to swallow bleach.

Shirts
are hung.

Crockery
drowned.

Curtains and towels
stuffed into a machine.

Shoes and books
line up

and wait.

by Liam Wilkinson

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