With Christopher in love cocooned
seated in splendour my worlds evolving
all of heaven on you festooned
car on tar the tyres revolving.
Stunned by speed of oncoming doom
Christopher’s soul its torrid target
flying from safety in mounting gloom
my being in armour his soul to blanket.
Courage commands on steering wheel I fall
my body between Chris and immediate death.
Save Chris Oh Lord my place in the pall
my dying prized diamond to purchase his breath
my blood poured out a bridge to survive
my soul now streams to heaven its throne.
Come sweet child the martyrs arrive
to proclaim a feast for one of their own
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sad but powerful write...each word each line weighed down by the heavy feeling that reels out of the writing mind...a poem written in streaming blood ink...good quality write, Mark...this poem, I find, is an extension to your ‘letter poem to Christopher’ I read...I remember well...10+