the young man died on a sunny summer evening
walking home
on a 60mph hospital back lane
the flowers are browning in rain filled plastic
the framed picture warps like waves
and
a fresh bouquet is wrapped in a skull and crossbones scarf
at the spot
on the untrimmed verge
where
theres a short cut across the ditch from MHU
the smokers and security still talk about it
vicariously
and
undecided
who
he
was
