The Pumpkin Man is dead,
She tells me.
He died somewhere between
You losing to Roger at Scrabble
And rating your pens
In order of wetness.
He died:
And his big squash head
Spagged out seeds
On the Lewes Road.
He died:
Before his one day of use.
And the leaves
Didn't float down
In a unison of mourning.
He was just a man
Selling a vegetable
He didn't like.