Turn Back The Clock (Revised) Poem by Margaret Alice Second

The sky cries for Louis' untimely death - it rains as
if the weather understands, empathises with his
young wife, two little boys for such tragic loss, my
sister-in-law distraught tries to grasp why him; a
dark night, four am in morning mist, truck parked
in the middle of the road without lights

On a motorbike unable to swerve in time, survived
in pain for two hours before he died, his wife held his
hand to the last; his beautiful boys, his radiant bride,
loving ones at a loss to see why it had to be him, why
they need suffer - thunder outside bewails their
plight, lighting flashes sympathy

I watch dry-eyed, why did Louis ride in an invisibility
of mist to start his shift, why not wait? Why do young
men die so easily; his shining bride now a wretched
soul surviving, bewailing his shroud; why should it be
thus not otherwise; why can't we halt time's march,
turn back the clock?

15 March 2013