A man (for John Lennon).

There's
a man
in the shade:

he doesn't
even
know my name
(or the colour
of my heart).

In a moment
my life is over;
number's up:

face down
on the pavement,
writhing
in an
ephemeral shell.

Goodbye,
creul people:
the world
was always kind
(and peaceful),
and I was in love.

I was in love.

Afterword:

Dedicated
to John Lennon,
and all the others
who've fought
so bravely
on the cultural front-lines.