Solicitors
Vultures,
meticulously rummaging
at snail's pace
through the decaying carcass
of the old property.
Glorying
in the fleshy fragments
of unwritten agreements,
unsigned letters,
unregistered land
and sitting tenants.
Picking the bones
of wills,
affidavits
and codicils
until nothing
remains
but to
regurgitate the bill,
a noisome hairball
of legalese
and outrageous fees,
whilst the deceased
slumbers on,
mercifully unaware.
Hobbo's Poems 
Very nice. Interesting to read
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Oh wow. I especially love the last stanza. “noisome hairbal/ of legalese” Superb!
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Thank you, Worms. it’s an experience we are going through at the moment, 15 months after the sad death of Mrs H’s mum, ‘Mother Warton’.
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Oh how stressful. 😦 As if losing your mother/mother in law isn’t hard enough.
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Thanks. She was a lovely old lady. A real character.
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This makes me think of Bleak House…
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Jarndyce v Jarndyce and those procrastinating lawyers!
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Exactly!
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