Friday, 31 August 2018

Dead man walking

Dead man walking (Polperro, Cornwall 1995)

A summer holiday just begun
In a hurry
With his wife and son

A man pushing thirty on a steep hill
Had a caravan
And a week to kill

Hurrying up to the top of the track
His wife said
You’ll have a heart attack

He laughing at his wife’s remark
Came across
Something in the dark

On the ground in jeans and shirt
Blood trickling
Mingling with dirt

Sightless eyes gaze into space
Shock and fear
On the lifeless face

A body laid there a woman cried
The man saw it
And shivered inside

The woman cried out please help me
Beside herself
Who wouldn’t be?

She said they were just walking back
And he collapsed
A heart attack?

More people came one made a call
The police arrived
To the relief of all

One comforted the other tried
To resuscitate
As the woman cried

I’m sorry there’s nothing we can do
He said to her
Sadly that was true

One moment breathing then no more
She told them
He was fifty four

An ambulance took the body away
The man hurried back
To his holiday

Time passes fast and people forget
For many death’s
A long way off yet

As in the case of what’s been said
Of one in a hurry
Another found dead

The man in a hurry of course was me
In my mind’s eye
I presently see

A man pushing sixty on a steep hill
A youngster no more
Yet hurrying still

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