We framed you within the guidelines;
combustible, rigid container. No metal.
Your face now made up like pantomime,
wig hair and gaping mouth closed by lever.
Everything that came before has gone,
wetted itself into a dissolve, absent ashes.
My memory hangs like an idle picture book
echoing creaks of another life,
one where we had our conclusion.
Samantha-Jayne Burns is a poet and lyricist currently residing in London, UK. She is currently studying her MA in Creative Writing at Goldsmiths University and has been published online in various poetry journals.