All this week in London consumer history, 1800: Bread rioters force the City’s Corn Exchange to close

In 1799, 1800 and 1801 widespread rioting broke out throughout England. Most of these were food riots, provoked by scarcity and soaring prices during…

All this week in London consumer history, 1800: Bread rioters force the City’s Corn Exchange to close

corpse gas

saucer white eyes
my carcass embalmed
in morphine like solitude
one once asleep has,
again to earth i walk ,
wondering what hunger
would be like
if i had any innards left at all,
having served my incarceration
in wooden box below ground,
it was a hiccup
that startled me,
how could i,
i gulped in air but
no internal gases,
oh hang on
i had those of decay
my breath must stink,
and wanted to cease
this jerking that
made my walk lopsided,
beyond the gates
a town not so familiar
my house someone else’s
stood on clipped lawn
i hiccuped gain more loudly
looked around it was dark
and silent,
are you a monster
i jumped,
looking down at a little girl
who startled me so
and my hiccups stopped,
no i just have wind

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