The road is closed
The Community Officer
stands and processes
so many questions
but not the truth
because the truth
is not what they want to know
To admit to the truth
is to admit to complicity
in murder or manslaughter
for a cyclist lies dead
and the road is closed
So Death takes charge
reminding us
of his omniprescence
A single slip or mistake
a fatal eror for which
we shall be accountable
Police car blocks
The daily traffic
blue tape wavers in the wind
halting even the careful steps
of the curious pedestrian
no further, the looks say
as measures are taken
to locate that moment of death
when life ceased
and the officers
began to ponder
lost time in the cafe
after all
life is conditional on death
For today they look
at death on the beat
and it holds them
attention trapped
in a need to do the job
60yrs of experience
no weapon in a cyclist’s defence
against a large white van
why?
Martin Addison – 06/08/2013

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