The Pumpkin Man Is Dead

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.