And so tributes pour in,
Tributes seep
Leak
Stumble to a greater whole,
Epitaphs glide smooth
And cold, carved,
Adamant.

Harvested by the ton
From council creaking tomes,
Fractured, flimsy and inoffensive,
Atrophied,

Static, silent
On the lips of widows
And
The soon to kick and break boys

2.
Lauren placed the flowers on the grave of her
Youthful and tragically dead brother,
She read her own elegant eulogy
And burst into tears,
‘My god this is emotional...
'It' will never be this emotional again'

She will never so eloquently assist
In an early emerging dawn
Bereft
She will miss,
Not the agitating complexity
Of a very living Love,
But more: the helpless canape’d crying crises
And black gloved
Liberty of a drunken fleeting cortege,
She would never be this emotional again.