Spain 1988: 3
14th September – a roadside cross
Written in Spain in August 1988
I’ll rest here reverently
where you found your rest,
for your sun is hot on my foreign face.
The words have now faded
bu their meaning is clear.
Your names covered by weeds
but, then, dust and time cover us all.
14th September – your year ended.
The summer past and the harvest over
a day in September, a good time to die.
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