In Memoriam

‘In Memoriam’

In loving memory

The card did read,

Flowers all tied up

With a sombre bow

The card, like the flowers,

Like Mr Stockwell are rotting;

Committed to the earth,

Human become humus

Who would have thought

A little bay boy

Would some day

Grow old and die

A young vibrant man

Would be the cause of so much grief

To those who mourn

His passing from among us

And why do we bewail,

Is it not that we see how frail

How close we are to death,

Yes, closer with each breath

I will make A to Z

A pleasant affair,

I will make it a hell

For others and myself

But all must pass on

Beyond, out of reach,

Save for the cranks

And the love of God

© Gordon Banks June 1981