'You Could Say' Poem by Marty McKenna

you could say
i'm glad i brought you together
today, round a good wood fire and stew
and coffee and apple pie. and
words with your aunts and an uncle,

one missing.

and it does feel nice
in my silent wicker coffin.

a room to myself, my first night off;
i'm resting finally from the
rain, the wind, the cold february
evening. you go home
and i hope you drink, for that's what
i would do, sip silent grapes;

i wait for the next one to speak to me,
hold all my gone words, most dear.

first published in 'london grip'
appears in the chapbook 'gently but a dream'