What I found at the bottom
Bottles. Pockets. Saucepans.
Fish tanks. Cold grates. Freezers
flytipped in summer grass.
Barrels. Boots. Bathroom sinks.
Deposit boxes. Bags. Tangled
roots, growing through a chest
of drawers, the one which used
to be in the boxroom downstairs.
Hidden away so safely, hearts
that no one could find until after the funeral.