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)
The author’s circumspect and unadorned narrative style packs a real punch.
A thought provoking poem indeed.
A moving and captivating poem!
A touching, understated, candid first-person narrative, reminiscent of the poems of R.S. Thomas.