They found asbestos in the old tin shed
and told me it would take thousands to remove.
Yes, but it’s only an old shed, I muttered.
I don’t want it, you can take it away.
The next week masked men came
to the old tin shed and told me
to disturb nothing. My neighbour
had once done that and now lay dead.
One fibre is all it took, they said,
like a bullet to the head, only slower,
It’s funny how something you know so well
can hold the seed of your destruction
like this house, this pen, or the face
you knew back when.
Now the old tin shed glowers
from the bottom of the garden.
Spiders and mosses have taken over.
This earth is a dangerous place, I said,
and waved them away instead.