Kisses his wife and says goodbye,
Off to work where he will die.
A man with no face, a man with no name,
He will be lost and who is to blame?
A hard working man who came here for better,
The gangmaster who brought him, forever his debtor.
Wife returns from work no idea that hes died
Her loving husband swept away with the tide.
February 5th 2004,
23 lives sadly no more
Saturday, 8 May 2010
Morecambe Bay
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I remember how awful I felt at the time, shattered with the scale of the loss and the pitiful nature of their unneccessary deaths. And then I allowed myself to forget until I came to Kensington where I discovered that they had all been living together, I think about them every time I pass their house. Not much consolation for the tragedy, for their families, but they genuinely have not been forgotten and this poem will help to ensure that they are not.
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