Sunday 26 February 2017

Welcome To Ed's Funeral

A poem from 2016
Did you ever know that you're my hero?

Irrationally loved
Chemical illusion
Cremated in the bathroom
Matches and petrol
Fire alarm dismantled
“It's what he would have wanted”

You are the wind beneath my wings

Welcome to Ed’s funeral
Ultimately meaningless existence
He lives on in your hearts
Infantile sentimentality
We wash his ashes down the plughole
“It's what he would have wanted”

In all his glory
Born a fish
Regressed to stealing chocolate from the corner shop
Smoked cigarettes when he was 14
Encouraged by his dad
Career criminal
In and out of jail, mostly for burglary
His four children to three mothers
Hardly knew of his existence
Hardened alcoholic
Foul mouthed fighter
Knuckle duster

Fly fly fly high against the sky

Stardust animal
Bacterial stain
Amino rancid
Wayward platelet
Gangrenous image
Requiem aeternam
Kyrie eleison
Dies irae

“That day is one of weeping,
on which shall rise again from the ashes
the guilty man, to be judged.
Therefore spare this one, O God,
merciful Lord Jesus:
Give them rest. Amen.”



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