If someone had said you passed away
this evening at 8, when my watch was still
an hour behind, on a few minutes to seven,
I’d be round for rituals with your loved ones.
We’d sip the last of your lemon tea, taking
turns to embrace you with private words.
Some would simply freeze you
with that wholly unsayable look of love.
In the quickening, we’d fold away your clothes,
close the curtains over the awful pouring
light, but couldn’t do a thing for the beep
& brake of cars, the low hum of a fast
travelling bus as we’d help you to the awkward
angle on your bed, how you’d be found,
then we’d hold back for the aweful way you’d rise
to the almighty challenge of your punctual
Making our journeys home
we were back in time
when someone said
you passed away
this evening at 8.
from Look We Have Coming To Dover! (Faber & Faber, 2007), © Daljit Nagra 2007, used by permission of the author and publisher; Recording from the audio CD Look We Have Coming To Dover! (Faber & Faber, 2008)