Why?

Someone died today,

caught his head in a lathe

it made a real mess

it tore out his brains,

I was there

I witnessed his death;

He was only a lad

at the peak of his life,

just twenty-five

two kids and a wife,

did others no harm

wasn’t accident-prone,

worked his own steady way

to keep a good home,

I wonder why he died today,

why he died in that terrible way.

(Martin Nicholson has asserted his authorial rights in this work)

4 thoughts on “Why?

  1. VijayNair

    A touching, understated, candid first-person narrative, reminiscent of the poems of R.S. Thomas.

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