Solomon Grundy
died last Sunday,
fictitious though he was;
he had a wake on Tuesday,
was buried on Wednesday,
it is so, because,
you have to believe
in those for whom we grieve,
even if they were the living of books;
written in the past,
their stories can last,
when upon the words one looks.
If you enjoyed this, there is a follow-up poem to be found here. G:)
Graeme Sandford 