I should have been there
to hold you, when you were scared;
And cuddle you when you were sad.
'to the memory of those massacred at the Somme'
What sunrise set before those young men fell?
Facing insurmountable odds they squelched
God rest ye merry gentleman
Let nothing you dismay;
For Jesus Christ your saviour,
is here now on display.
I buried him near the fuchsias
where he liked to lie, snapping
at the bees and flies that dared
invade his space.
The little sewer rat John Howard
can't swim against the tide of public
loathing and distrust any longer.
it pains to see you as you are;
Grasping at old straws of old delights.
Filling in your empty days
I'll never forget the vision of young men
turning old before my eyes.
Shell-shocked babbling to themselves.
The exuberance of bravado, or the guilt
Look how they walk apart,
each to their lonely end.
Not hand in hand as lovers do.