I
have
been
getting
ready
to
go
out.
Tonight
is
The
Lastmaker. I
woke
at
8,
then
9,
and
then
11. With
a
coffee
in
hand
I
went
back
to
bed,
pillow
crunched
and
caught
bits
of
a
boy
climbing
up
the
farm
wall
looking
into
a
nest
and
takin
a
young
un,
his
mum
and
his
brother
at
the
club
drinking
beer
and
talking
–
the
young
band
playing
songs
in
the
background,
a
man
making
faces
and
singing
about
an
18inch
marrow
and
the
women
young
and
old
having
a
right
laugh.
When
Jud
got
in
from
the
club
he
climbed
the
stairs
fag
in
hand,
into
the
bedroom
and
got
the
boy
to
get
his
trousers
off,
fell
into
bed
with
y-
fronts,
shirt
and
tie.
It
was
a
Tuesday,
about
this
time,
730
days
plus
a
week
ago
when
we
got
the
news.
I
remember
in
a
library,
sitting
on
floor
at
19
looking
at
a
magazine
on
the
shelf
of
three
men
and
one
woman
in
a
room
with
windows
all
around
them.
Dressed
in
a
uniform
of
jacket,
gesture
of
hand
to
mouth.
It
is
cloudy
today
and
it
doesn’t
seem
to
cast
a
shadow
the
same
as
when
I
hold
the
cloud
in
my
left
hand
walking
along
the
scaffold
and
past
figures
of
Shoemaker,
architect,
carpenter
–
or
maybe
musician.
The
boy
coaches
the
bird
with
a
bit
of
meat
with
his
right
hand
covered
by
a
glove
and
bird
tied
with
a
bit
of
string
to
its
foot
to
the
boy’s
hand.
The
cloud
casts
a
shadow
onto
the
wall
curves
according
to
the
sister
lights
that
shine
down
when
I
reach
the
end,
walking
along
the
edges
of
the
raised
planks
there
appears
to
be
no
more
overcast.
The
light
comes
out.
No
more
need
to
cast
a
shadow.
Take
the
cloud
down
and
walk
away.
Let
the
bird
into
the
sky.
We
have
watched
The
Last
Picture
Show,
The
Last
Waltz,
The
Last
Wave,
The
Last
of
the
Blonde
Bombshells,
The
Last
of
England
and
now
he
sits
at
home,
the
writer
at
his
desk
figuring
out
how
to
wrap
these
words
around
a
car
that
each
night
for
7
days
will
park
itself
on
Wellington,
next
to
the
church
which
houses
the
room
I
saw
in
a
picture
15
years
ago.
Apprentice
shoemakers
tend
the
car,
they
place
a
cover
over
the
car
shaped
like
a
shoe,
laced
up
with
a
green
roof
on
top.
The
cobblers
will
water
and
take
care
of
the
plants
on
the
roof
of
the
shoe.
We
asked
him
or
her
if
they
would
take
two
brushes
to
polish
the
shoes
they
walk
in
each
sunset
and
sunrise
on
the
pavement
by
the
large
shoe
and
the
church.
In
the
daytime
it
will
leave
Wellington
Avenue
and
go
around
the
neighbourhood
driving
around
with
the
lasting
words
she
wrote.
I
want
to
put
this
up
before
tonight.
The
Lastmaker
begins
at
8pm.
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