Just the way he’d like it,
I imagine his mates from the pub
saying as they crack open cans of golden cider
in the rain. Kathy Burke asks celebrities
in my ears how they want to be remembered;
if they’d like a gravestone or a monument,
something for people to flock to and think
about the wonderful and
terrible things you did when you had blood.
It can be difficult wanting people
around when you are alive.
I don’t want much when I’m dead:
maybe a thought the length of a pint
or somewhere birds feel comfortable.

© Carl Burkitt 2023