Yellow Field of Wheat

The Angel of Death skims blacker than tar A skeletal knock overturning a bowl of oats Smelling of frankincense and ashes To carry you to a yellow field of wheat Where you will dance with radiant light Haloed and free Your laughter pranced across blue walls with Michael Jackson, Spider-Man or cheeky elves Tongue relished Kentucky Fried Chicken as You played scrabble with a forlorn neighbour While your bony body birthed revolutions of Roulette with green Life and grey Death How you endured those precision needles Longing to drum tapered fingers on a Maternal desk overflowing with car sketches Your thirteen year old bald head smiling Veins on an enchanted spring moon as our Hidden tears crystallised hospital sheets We so tried to keep up with you scoffing Encyclopaedias, Dickens and muffins alike Pain like a chess game mastered chemo Doctors and nurses the kings and pawns Time became the Now or an endless pathos Laurel and Hardy kept our hearts unlocked On Merlin’s star-patterned couch you will Jokingly converse with Pele and his team Soccer ball silent under a quiescent table My ink cannot pen sad lines as I feel your Lips still sucking for my warm dripping milk Moonwalking on a yellow field of wheat