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Carol Ann Duffy's Mrs Lazarus and the savagery of loss!

Mrs Lazarus
 
  I had grieved. I had wept for a night and a day
over my loss, ripped the cloth I was married in
from my breasts, howled, shrieked, clawed
at the burial stones until my hands bled, retched
his name over and over again, dead, dead

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