3. W.I.H.E. Festival: Dis-Member - Simon Mercer - Brighton, England

Septembered


A September years ago that insists

on my remembering

Our tree lost a mighty branch

us all dismembering

Old trees will drop a branch

giving them nutrients for tomorrow

Sixteen years on and we're well

nourished with the sorrow

On a valley side a giant beech

harbours him nestled in the bower

Left when it lost its own huge branch 

now side by side with ours

Erik you are completely and lovingly 

remembered

But every year when it comes around

I am utterly Septembered


 

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