Tag Archives: #Death

Mourners on Corners

Mourners on corners

watch hearses go by;

one hearse stops, reverses,

seems to sigh

at the sadness of it all,

then moves forward again

at a coffin-bearer’s pace,

leading a cortège

away from the living

to another place.


I have died a thousand deaths,

taken a thousand last breaths,

said a thousand last words – none of them funny –

and, finally, closed my eyes

a thousand times;

only to live to see another day,

breathe in morning’s sweet scent,

listen, once more, to the variable wisdom of others,

and see that there are many things worth not dying for.

The first time that I died

The first time that I died

The first time that I died,

my partner and my family cried;

they wept in sorrow,

such was their loss.

And, then, I was reborn,

because it wasn’t time

to meet the Boss.

If I Should Die…

If I Should Die…

If I should die

and not be in Cornwall

carry me back

and bury me there.

Under a Pasty Tree

on the West Bank of the Tamar

or further west than that.

And wearing my wellies

the ones with the hole

in the left toe.

Perched upon my head

my flat cap;

and clenched in my fist

a piece of paper

with the words to Trelawny

written there upon.

Sing me a verse

of that fine anthem

then a chorus or two

and bid me begone.