Steel Rimmed Glasses - a poem.

So this is a poem about Keith Bennett, the fourth victim of Ian Brady and Myra Hindley, whose body has never been found.

You'll find more information about him and the other murders here.

The first verse is set just after Keith was dumped on the moor, and the surrounding nature is seeking to comfort him.

The second verse it about Keith's body resigning itself to the moors due to a loss of hope of ever being discovered.

So, tell me what you think....

Steel Rimmed Glasses

You found a hillock for a pillow

When they said they couldn’t find you,

And in the marsh laid down to rest

let the heath land slowly claim you.

Purple moor grass bent,

in murmured conspiracy.

The stagnant ponds and flushes

Seep underneath your chamber,

the tenderfooted bracken

weaves your comfort blanket.

The lichen covered boulders

form a mossy, cryptic cairn.

The rushes whisper in the wind

that they know where to find you.

You slowly sank into the earth

and shed your doughy flesh,

the perfect dome of your skull

holds your spotless, milky teeth.

The crowberry weaves its roots

into the hollows of your ribs.

Peat resides inside your head

fell through socket hollows

You came apart piece by piece

Mineral by mineral.

Your bones, bleached and brittle

are the only clue of you,

aside from steel rimmed glasses

which lie broken on your chest.

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