A Working Epitaph

The Stone is not permission It does not ask It does not give It simply serves To remind What little time we have To Live - - - - - - - -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I cross Waterloo Bridge twice a day. Whenever I do, I see Cleopatra's Needle. It is older than the city it stands… Continue reading A Working Epitaph

How many died?

While you were silent As the last note decayed in the air Lingering against birdsong And you bowed your head slightly In reverence At the correct angle Your hand upon your hand Like a school child Reciting the rote-learned verse of prayer As you thought upon Brave men with moustaches Or the weather Or dinners… Continue reading How many died?