Ed is dead

Ed is ded...
He died, and no-one cried 
For  no-one knew him.

No one saw his gravel chin,
The bright sine in his eye,
The brown tramlines; 
Cut time upon his narrow face.
Nor had they heard,
The thanks mate 
Or the 
God bless you
As he struggled on or off the bus.

He lived and strived, 
He fought for a better life,
In a time now nearly lost;
Lifting others quietly 
Without recognition
Never seeking cost. 

And now Ed is ded! 
Unknown he rests;
With a label on his toe.
He unceremoniously, 
Is zippped and tipped 
Thrown upon a trolley 
That rattles;
Whose third wheel 
Spins chaotically,
As it’s wheeled 
Along grey white linoleum

Away

To the burning room.

Ed is ded,
And there WILL be no mourners at his grave
No one saying kind words 
For this silent servant who gave

Apart -perhaps- mine.

Ed is ded

And with his passing 
I will say this:

I will miss you, you old fucking bastard. 

For Ed.