They found him in a field of poppies,
weed and
flowering almond trees.

Slowly sinking into ground,
the skin on his face had
the colour of soil.

A nuisance when alive
singing rude songs
keeping us awake at night.

Now he lies on a spot
where an evergreen bush shall
shimmer in the sun.

And his soul will smile
when seeing us hastening by,
on the road to nowhere.