Cortege
Traffic queueing on the type A road
suddenly slowed to an impatient stop
clogging like cholesterol in an artery
blood pressures rising
then becalmed with engines running
watching grass bask on the verge
tuning into local radio ,grabbing a mint
hearing of a crash earlier
near Lamberhurst
The police investigating
and clearing up
then the queues tipped their bonnets
became quiet, sober, hushed
each car filled with black petals
soft sombre snowstorms
little prayers were murmered
family counted ike rosary beads
tapped out on wheels
please God not children
not anyones child
but diverted by doorways
in unknown lanes
silent gardens spelled out
someones not coming home.
