Deserted car parks.
Silent.
Blowy.
Crowd upon crowd.
Grief upon grief.
September sun shine on us.
Bell toll.
Dongle upon dong.
All over this land.
All over this world.
Humankind freezes into a minute of ttime.
Stood still.
Stood silent.
A tragic game of statues.
No birds.
No cars.
No planes.
In an airport terminus a piper shrill his lament.
This minute is over forever.
© Berenice Dunford.
Written after watching the funeral of Princess Diana in 1997.
Published in the National Poetry Anthology, 2001.
