SUDDEN DEATH
Night time’s dark is with me
Cold creeps under the blue serge I wear,
As I approach another nameless door
Outside she stands, fear in her eyes
I reassure, splintering glass into the hall
Opening the door.
I rush to what I see,
hear the scream fly past my ears
A man older than her years
Lying prone upon the floor,
His eyes stare cold at me, all life signs ebbed away
His hands once warm have the cold strength of death
His spirit flown.
So as not to take his image home
To haunt my dreams
My hand closes gently his frozen vision,
No pennies to pay old ferryman,
I reach my hand to hers, hold her close
Grief convulses her,
She Ieans to hold the lifeless form
Of her lover, her husband, to say farewell.
The black hats are called
Sudden death hidden in a bodybag
I will see his eyes for several days
And only I will know
I will be expected to forget
But you remember every one …