Remember, remember the 9'th of November

Like a thief slip the paper in the box in Becket with the name of your dead make sure no-one sees. Use first name you don’t want your last recognized they’ll say they understand they don’t. Why do it then? Do you really want her name read out loud to God? Doesn’t he know? He was there, I remember, bend over me, saying- ‘I am terribly sorry, There is no heartbeat.’ He wasn’t. He went home, had eggs for breakfast took his coffee black. Pull this girl to room 15 oceans stuck on the wall like big blue eyes Moroccan urns -no ashes. I wish I’d taken her with me undie her from what she is now: a bow of bones, wear her like a brooch. I wish I was a rock star, in a concert I would’ve broken my guitar on your head, God, I know you would be there watching