The body has effective ways of closing off the pain,
it buries all the memories that I won’t need again.
Even at the time, they were an awful lot to bear,
that’s why they won’t come out, and give me another scare.
Until I can recall them, I’m not able to move on,
they weren’t buried deep enough for their smell to have gone.
I get the whiff of rotting food, but where’s it coming from?
The bin is clean, the bag is fresh, but I can smell a bomb.
