Perhaps we should build a memorial and collect
all the dying flowers left at the side of the road
to burn them on the greatest fire our world
has ever seen or known. Each dried stem burning
with the same heat and intensity of a kiln or
simple furnace. I'm sure the fire will last for days; long
enough for each friend, relative, fan, follower,
lover or inquisitive passerby to make their way
towards the pyre where arguments over wind direction
are left at t he back gate. Standing behind a safety barrier
the crowd will feel nothing from the flames
so in winter the code of dress must be practical,
something smart casual whatever that means.
We need to work out so many things.
Publication Date: 31st January 2017