You died at an inopportune time,
streets of coloured light
and artificial snow
on bright shop windows.
Hastily interred,
Christmas next day,
barely time to decorate the plastic tree.
One thing though,
real snow fell on your coffin.
You died at an inopportune time,
streets of coloured light
and artificial snow
on bright shop windows.
Hastily interred,
Christmas next day,
barely time to decorate the plastic tree.
One thing though,
real snow fell on your coffin.