LOVELY SHIRLEY AND MRS QUEENIE JONES
Lovely Shirley and Mrs Queenie Jones
Are neighbours forever, until, sans pity,
Age and weather desecrate their stones
Bestowing final anonymity.
And here is Elsie Flynn who fell asleep
And Harry Baker, who vanished like a dream.
At night the brambles a little further creep
About their stones, and no-one screams.
As for George Edwin Fish and the Tinks
They too will succumb at last, return to dust
And then when the sun’s too large to sink
All will be gone: life and death and love and lust.
BARON LISTER'S BLACKBERRIES
The blackberries sweeten about Baron Lister.
They are swallowing his sarcophagus
And blackening my oesophagus.
There are bones among the roots perhaps
Roots among the bones.
Soon after rain, the sun spangling the brambles
The cemetery’s empty. The light calms the silence
Before a siren wails.