‘Image from page 41 of “Rural school agriculture” (1907)’, via Flickr
So the woman’s dream is, by their and our hands, hysterical.
(And not entirely woman.)
Voices of expression and tins of regret. It
seems that, despite all tendencies, we have stairs instead.
Or steps. Or plans of steps, stepmothers and stepladders. Stemming ladders and
climbing our amputations (internal, external, by blade
or electricity).
And poverty is thought to be part of a “vicious cycle” in which these constructs are mutually reinforcing. Involuntariness
must be recorded, along with paraphernalia
found nearby to the body.
Grave fears are a futile occurrence. And the attending
was “bounded” by the “margins”. The deceased had previously edged
along the clifftops, the walls of the hallway between the ship’s
cabins, creek banks measuring less than 1.25
metres, cell doors with opaque service hatches, and windows off their
hinges. The moveable and unmoveable seats in a stationary
train. CCTV sighted the person on the above-mentioned
highway heading in a misadventurous and not altogether
unintentional direction.
In the strongest of possible terms: a
witness is a person, sitting. In a seat, speaking. Into a microphone, and some-
times. An interpreter. Their behaviour in the courtroom
was evidence of this. It was acknowledged at
the outset and the court
will not cavil.
The coroner’s findings and recommendations give dignity—
to the missing or deceased.
