Everyday Poems

I found a piece of glass

Long after

In the undergrowth

At the base of the tree

Amongst the twisted roots, marking 

A kind of resting place

But no decaying garage bouquets

Here

Only wild flowers mark this tomb

From which we escaped

But not you, this

Your journey’s end

Still though, I remember

Tail lights upside down

In a tangled verge

Me, foetus like, my brother

Burried 

Life changed for ever 

How a moment of help

For two brothers 

Became collective grief

Teenage bravura, followed by loss

And a life of disability

For us.