In the cemetery the men make prayer
with larger cans
wrapped in blue plastic bags. ‘Love

suffereth long and is kind’ reminds
the headstone
while John McCartney sleeps,
Beneath a scattering of blue glass
And pink silk flowers. Domine Domine
Sing the birds

While a man stumbles
At the crossroads, in the shade
of a broken angel. The

Grass bursts green
beside the pathway

into the birdsong
And spring