7 Days

It’s snowing David Bowie
one humdrum Sunday later.
Slow ashen clown drops
unsettling everywhere
over South London.
Death’s the kabuki next door
with its masks and mime,
its dark carpet demanding
you scatter more stars
so the end makes sense
which it will if you’re there
standing by the wall.

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One thought on “7 Days

  1. Brilliant; I love the black stars as ashen snowflakes and you have allusions to at least five Bowie songs in there .. beautiful quote from Heroes to finish. A dignified, heartfelt, heartbroken tribute. God, life is dull without him. Thanks Mark.

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