I took your death out on a boy in a new Parka who smiled
all wrong - the season you counted my saves match by match -
the same year you scored twice from the half way line
and I had to listen to the touchline-wallahs behind my goal
shaking their heads and muttering that by Christ you could kick a ball.
Does it matter they thought we looked alike?
Our families joked about peas and pods at Nativity plays,
smiled warmly about the mix up of our cricket whites.
I know it's wrong I hid from your mother's ghost
once you were lost; too fresh to understand that kind of wild
grief but old enough to fear her harrowed longing
when she saw my face, the Prozac hope that you were back –
some heinous mistake.
I know where your grave is.
I was there the morning two men sliced a cavity so your
shattered bones might displace a little ground
and when they stopped your mother from clawing
at your coffin lid and following into earth to drag you home.
Other times over the years - to prove to others I knew the dead
and play upon a grief long since disappeared,
or bored, counting the rows of the newer dead who smother you now –
a test I suppose because you're not so easy to find these days.
The man that broke you into pieces on the bonnet of his car
did not speak in court; a pre-prepared statement was read aloud
by a fresh-faced barrister in which he expressed his great sorrow -
and who knows what that's like to live with over the years,
maybe he still cares; maybe he soaks up gin in Melbourne bars;
perhaps like you he sports the eternal grin.
I can't help wonder why you failed to turn your head
before you pushed the peddle down and rolled your wheels
across that kerb – why you didn't think to look
the one time when it mattered most;
so close that summer to making it into memory
like the others who scattered to different schools -
all but shadows now, the grainy swarm of history,
and I can't help wishing Christopher that your name
was somewhere on the tip of my tongue;
your face a blurry mesh of all the rest,
not wondering or caring where you are,
if your wife drinks herbal tea, if the kids bar one
have wavy hair – not knowing what your life's become.
If only we'd had that chance to drift apart -
to not give a second thought, to stare blankly at a name
on some social network - and then move on.

Comments
insertponceyfre... | November 2, 2011 - 21:33
there's something different about the style of this, compared to your usual - what do you think fatboy? It's very good, and I really like it - it just seems unlike you (not in a bad way)
maisie | November 2, 2011 - 23:32
very intense & yes I like it too. I liked the line about the nativity play - the fact that families (unrelated) can stand together over children.
And the loss - the mother;s loss.
to your loss - as we all move on. the
"the grainy swarm of history,
and I can't help wishing Christopher"
brings it home from the past to the present.
ladylazarus | November 3, 2011 - 08:40
Moved me to almost-tears, only almost as I have to keep my composure at work. Beautifully written.
fatboy74 | November 3, 2011 - 14:28
Thanks Insert, I feel a bit rusty and am not sure what my style is anymore, there are such huge gaps between my poems these days (my comp entry was written in Feb) and it feels like starting again every time. Hope you're well and great to hear from you. ATB fatboy. :-)
fatboy74 | November 3, 2011 - 14:32
Thank you Maisie that's very kind and pretty inciteful feedback. Much appreciated.:-)
I'm sorry about that Ladylazarus :-) - more than thank you for the kind feedback. ATB fatboy
tcook | November 3, 2011 - 14:42
This stunning poem is our Facebook and Twitter pick of the day.
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fatboy74 | November 3, 2011 - 15:18
That's brilliant, many thanks Tony. :-)
SundaysChild | November 3, 2011 - 15:55
Wow, wonderful fatboy- really wonderful. x
Highhat | November 3, 2011 - 17:04
Congats with Pick of the day FB- Nice to see you writing again. Sorry to hear you are fumbling with your style. This is very good FB. If you pick it as a style then that's fine- but I like all your poetry- there is so much emotion in it and I suppose that is your style in my eyes- ;D
;)Pia
Silver Spun Sand | November 3, 2011 - 18:51
So very moving, fb. Good writing is good writing...whichever way the wind blows;-)
Tina
kirincnj | November 3, 2011 - 18:57
"If only we'd had that chance to drift apart -
to not give a second thought, to stare blankly at a name
on some social network - and then move on."
Brilliant. This is a wonderful piece. Very well done.
Sometimes that feeling of 'starting all over again' or being out of a style or comfort zone can result in some breakthroughs.
fatboy74 | November 3, 2011 - 20:25
Sundays it means a lot you think so - cheers. :-)
Thanks Pia that's a lovely thing to say - I've kind of fallen out of love with poetry (my own) so it's nice to get such lovely comments. :-)
I'm really pleased you liked this Tina thanks so much - I'm going to read your latest so i'll see you in a minute. :-)
Hi kirincnj - thanks for reading and your really kind comments, you're probably right but it feels harder with big gaps putting pen to paper coz I know it will be a struggle. I haven't read your work yet but i'll make sure I do something about that. ATB fatboy. :-)
Cavalcaderl | November 3, 2011 - 21:24
new fatboy74
Hello! Great see your poem,
chosen Twitter and poem of the day.
And the cherries!
However you write, I always enjoy
poems, and stories. But how you have explained
all in this poem,very good I feel sadness in it to.
I know what you mean, I had problems,took a break!
Re-think or just answer comments for a while.
We are off to one night show, to-morrow.
Mine actually said in 'Worthing' had a bite to eat!
Getting tickets, come to so glad. Should be good.
Get back to you on your lovely comment to me.
Hope all is going well for you.
Good here from you.
Keep writing.
julie xx
fatboy74 | November 3, 2011 - 21:52
Thanks Julie you are very kind - have a lovely time tomorrow at the show. :-)
fatboy74 | November 4, 2011 - 14:54
Poem of the week is always really special - thanks a lot tony. :-) :-)
MistakenMagic | November 4, 2011 - 16:01
A real poetic tour de force, fatboy. The imagery here is just so, so powerful. I especially like the musings in the final stanza. Just haunting. Very well done! Would you mind if I tweeted a link to this on Twitter?
Magic xxx
fatboy74 | November 4, 2011 - 19:25
Cheers magic i'm really pleased you liked it that means a lot - i'd consider it an honour to be tweeted (have to admit i'm not sure what that means but it sounds like good fun - a friend of mine tried to explain it once but I was drinking Guiness at the time and not really listening) Looking forward to reading some new stuff of yours and hope Durham is treating you well. ATB fatboy :-)
celticman | November 4, 2011 - 19:59
the grainy swarm of history' gets my vote! Wonderful.
MistakenMagic | November 4, 2011 - 21:40
Hello again, fatboy - you have been tweeted! Hopefully you should be able to see it here: http://twitter.com/#!/Mistaken_Magic I'm currently cooking up a new Durham-inspired piece. Should be posted on here next week! :) Despite the essay deadlines looming I'm having a wonderful time here ;-)
Magic xxx
scratch | November 4, 2011 - 22:22
I liked it too Fatboy74.
Scratch.
rjnewlyn | November 4, 2011 - 23:48
It's very good indeed - one of your best. Heartfelt without drifting into sentiment. I liked the last verse about wishing these people (there are a couple in my past) had the chance to be normal and forgotten. Seems to say all sorts of things at once about how we are.
Rob
scratch | November 5, 2011 - 13:20
It was really evocative, the idea that we can enjoy the luxury of forgetfulness and the development of indifference to our loved ones and that this carelessness would be for many a real privilege.
Bravo.
Kind regards,
Scratch.
seashore | November 5, 2011 - 16:34
Genius
Cavalcaderl | November 5, 2011 - 19:35
new fatboy
Hi! Many congrats;
on Poem of the day.
And what a night,we went to-gether.
Smoke screens,lazer coloured lights,
photos all and us took. Terry Winstanley
one arranged, good singing voice,8 from x factor
hadn't got further through, from boot camp, should
have. Mine and me took photos, and met and had with
the star amateurs,lights balloons. Clapping,swaying
arms. Songs new sing along with,some went front stage at last song, by Terry Winstanley's good voice. We met all after, let us have photos with them, young,children and old, a bit like me.
Jade Richards from Scotland, one from Ireland. So on
one with Luke Lucas.Very young,16 up.
Only had to ask if Terry Winstanley coming out,for
signing autographs they go and ask, one wearing Wow! factor t shirt and appear! All great so natural meet, even at tea break signing. Things to buy for
Help Heroes raising money evening.
Brought back many memories! when I stayed over there,and 19 used go dancing there.And bands. Assembly Hall Worthing. Stop at aunt's and a cousin take me.
Didn't recognise it, so pleased mine came in the end to the amazing show. Got back late by train.
Those days, lights go out, one by one, get from seafront to top road,used take shoes off and run, only 19.
And when met, told them of AbcTales etc; loved to here! To join up etc;
and in the comp:
all the best
julie x
fatboy74 | November 5, 2011 - 20:06
I entered the tweet world magic - your page looks good - nice to have my poem on there with those other poetic behemoths ;-) look forward to reading yours and glad all is going well.
C-man you're a legend - cheers. :-)
Cheers Rob, yes, it's a strange one, 99% sure I would not be in contact anymore but it would have been nice for him to get that chance, that was what I was trying to say. Well done on a great start to your next story. :-)
Thanks scratch - you've hit the nail on the head. Cheers for reading. :-)
The best one word comment I have ever had seashore - if only it were true. Great to see you writing again and hope all's well. :-)
Sounds like a fabulous night Julie - I also thought Terry should have got through to the live finals, I like a nice crooner and he gave it some. Thanks for reading I really appreciate it. :-)
Overthetop1 | November 8, 2011 - 18:20
This is brilliant. You are such a good writer you could make a goverment annuncement beautiful. Don't fret about style. This is great. Fall in love with your writing gain. We all have.
fatboy74 | November 9, 2011 - 09:20
Thanks ott I'm really pleased you liked it and for your lovely comment - i'll try. :-)
RachelPatricia | November 9, 2011 - 18:29
Blow-your-socks-off poetry - I'm speechless fatboy, from the lumps that every stanza's left stuck in my throat. Can't pick out a favourite line but celtic's was one of many. Only you could word such a fragile memory into such a delicate and tender poem FB - no need to worry about style my friend, you've got bloody plenty ;)
Congrats on POW, deserving and then and then and THEN some :)
Rachel xx
fatboy74 | November 11, 2011 - 15:29
Sorry Rach I missed your comment - thank you it means a lot to get such praise and your comments are always wonderful. You knock em dead next week. :-)
Cavalcaderl | November 14, 2011 - 12:58
new fatboy74
Hi! Terrific. Story,
Read into,a lot of emotions and sad.
Yes,Great wow! show 'Help The Heroes'
Raised £6,000. What marvellous singer and family man.
Hope he get's obver 50's group I would join, if could
get there! regularly few towns away any practice future! Ours all closed finance.
Terry Winstanley Tarring Worthing Sussex. put on,met all and got all photos, with him, and all,
contestant stars x factor all could got through!
They all had arms round each other in our photos.
Seems not in our local paper,only Worthing
Herald, so have to order, or go W.H.Smiths
put in order regularly. Go down by bus?
Told all about AbcTales and to join AbcTales etc;
All so nice and natural,mine
Ray took all of us to-gether.
But now got full address,send on copies
to Terry Winstanley Worthing. Only one of
him in paper,and few little ones,of contestant
8 stars. But we have,and many audience taking too.
Keep writing. All the best
Just received emails. Oldpesky, and 'Bill of the beach' From some AbcTaler's new one's
or some older,thanking me comments or maybe on mine.
How lovely. My heart goes blop! when see one.
So unusual, and I gabble! on now.
Will reply,best as I can. In past got some,computer
goes wrong, can't get through! cuts off
all the best.
Cavalcaderl Julie x
fatboy74 | November 14, 2011 - 14:58
All the best Julie -thanks for coming back and letting me know. :-)
oldpesky | November 15, 2011 - 23:39
Good evening fatboy, I'm always amazed every time I jump into your garden and find something new. I should do it more often. After Tom Leonard...and Tina...and Rachel...and maggy...and Biggus...you're probably my favourite poet, but, as you know, I don't know much about poetry so I'm not really qualified to comment. Hope you're having a good night.
fatboy74 | November 16, 2011 - 11:17
It's a great comfort for me to know that I might be your sixth favourite poet OP :-) I know you think us poets are a strange breed because we don't write to the end of the line, but unlike clivethenewbiepearson I don't require you to understand the complicated laws of our world; but merely appreciate you dipping in to say nice things. Cheers :-)
maggyvaneijk | November 17, 2011 - 12:08
This piece is beyond words really. It should come with a warning sign: do not read in public. It's intensely moving. So many lines that cut right through, straight to the heart. It's a masterpiece really.
fatboy74 | November 18, 2011 - 21:46
From a poet who I admire as much as you Maggy that means a lot. :-)
Mazrilyn | December 30, 2011 - 18:59
I remember reading this and thought I'd left a comment. It gets you to the core - that which one tries to shield.
fatboy74 | December 30, 2011 - 21:19
Hi Mazrilyn, I do it all the time with comments, thanks for your more than kind words. :-)
MistakenMagic | December 30, 2011 - 22:58
Many congrats on POTY, fatboy! Well deserved :-) This is one hell of a piece!
Magic xxx
Highhat | December 31, 2011 - 04:17
A hearty Congratulations FB on POY- so rightfully deserved. This is just so perfect and with all the other stuff you have written an acknowledgment is in place.
Hope to see some more of yours in 2012.
A very Happy New Year to you.
Thanks for the year gone by-
;)Pia
hudsonmoon | December 31, 2011 - 15:05
Congratulations on this. Nice way to end the year.
Rich
fatboy74 | December 31, 2011 - 18:40
Thanks Magic and you tweeted it too so you must have known! Hope you're having a great hols. :-)
Pia you are a star thanks so much, hope to see more of yours as well! Have a great one and all the best for the new year. :-)
Thanks Rich, I really appreciate it, not sure where you our over the pond, but have a great new years eve. :-)
scratch | December 31, 2011 - 18:47
Well done fatboy. A big BIG smile. Have a good one tonight. Oh, and about the poem,
freaking good.
hudsonmoon | December 31, 2011 - 19:07
I'm in Cold Spring, NY. A little village off the Hudson River. Have a great New Year's.
fatboy74 | January 3, 2012 - 00:57
Scratch it has been a pleasure reading your stuff and seeing you give so much encouraging feedback to so many these last few months - a very happy new year and thanks for your support. :-)
Sounds like a great place Rich, wish you every success with your writing for the year ahead. :-)
celticman | January 4, 2012 - 16:45
Well done. I kinda remembered it and the poem is kinda like remembering. You can be fat-headed about your triumph.
fatboy74 | January 5, 2012 - 12:42
Cheers c-man and a happy new year - luckily for me I find it pretty easy being fat-headed but at least now I have good reason - the other half wants me to spend this year it seems getting less fat bellied, but I can't see it somehow. ATB :-)
Richard L. Prov... | January 18, 2012 - 23:25
Very poignant, and extremely good. Congratulations on poem of the year! Richard LP
fatboy74 | January 22, 2012 - 21:13
Thanks muchly Richard, glad you enjoyed. :-)
Frances Macaula... | February 24, 2012 - 05:52
Wow - lumps in my throat...
Congratulations, you deserve it all :o))
Check out my website: http://www.francesmacaulayforde.com
fatboy74 | February 26, 2012 - 11:43
Hello again - and thank you and I definitely will. :-)
Frances Macaula... | April 3, 2012 - 02:00
Congratulations on the cherries and Poem of the Year - both very well deserved!
I enjoy your style of writing, you have a very 'Irish' voice and I mean that in the nicest possible way! I lived in the Cradle of Storytelling for 14 months and soaked up all the inspiration I could and you remind me of the many Irish writers I met and admired.
Frances Macaula... | April 20, 2012 - 00:17
...in fact, your name wouldn't be Gerry, by any chance would it?
fatboy74 | May 4, 2012 - 19:54
What a wonderful experiance Frances that must have been - no Irish in me though - plenty of Romany and plenty of Salford (the original dirty old town). Visited your website which which is really well done, it looks great and really ejoyed exploring, your projects are very exciting - i've bookmarked it anyway.
Apologies for not responding sooner, I'm in self-imposed exile until I can write again which sounds very grand but is actually pretty pathetic. ATB fatboy. :-)
scratch | May 4, 2012 - 22:25
C'mon fatmeister, I'm there at the moment. It's shit but
Frances Macaula... | May 5, 2012 - 12:08
Thanks for taking the time to look at my website -it's very much a work in progress, although I am tryin hard not to put too much on it (which is what happened with the last one).
I look forward to reading more of your stuff...