I don’t know who’s died

I don’t know who’s died
Who’s lying maimed
In some Spanish street at dawn
Who died from alcohol
Tho’ one I know died from leukaemia
He married an ex-girlfriend of mine
I can only hope
That he died in love
In her arms.
All those crazy young men
Riding black chrome death traps
Blacktarred flat tops
Sunsets and shrouds
Gone from me
In my ignorance of their
I cannot imagine their lives
Only that some may still be
I wonder if they passed their days
In the same winsome way
I remember
Their adolescent days
In some eternal half yeller
Of golden cider
Stolen cigarettes
and girl women
with sticky knickers
We were boys then
and some of us
Still are

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