Tags: mark speight

Tags: mark speight

We wandered through the Alps that day
Through snow and sun
With gleeful snowball fights
and mad, wild sledding
hot sun, blue sky and bright
the spring burst out around us
and primrose, aster, daisy, dande-
lion spread wide across the fields and banks
were found as snow melted away
in trickling waterfalls and streams.

They found him dead at Paddington
curled cold and lifeless, tucked away 
remote from prying eyes, weeping
in broken-hearted pain, finding
no end, no end, no end in sight
no light
since she he loved was torn away
in idiotic tragedy
one never-ending winter night.

His smile
His laugh
His stupid jokes
     are gone
        for ever now.
His craft and wit
His quick design
And clever lines
     will be for ever
        missed
And earth
is poorer
ever poorer
And life
   is hard
       unjust
            and shit
                 that this can be.

Tags: mark speight