CEG 1995

We arrived at the rock,
A sandstone lip overlooking the town.
Passing round the dying first smoke
We tethered the dog and sat us down.
Torchbulb eyes awe embraced,
The pious view was all our own

Roaches burned out fingers.
Summer's day died and dark
Closed in on my friend
With keystroke in soft sandstone,
He rinted his name to forever,
Etching out his mark.

Three times the leaves have fell since that day,
Twice since CEG himself.
Those words printed for his future
Already invisible.
I searched and searched in funeral grey.
Ended sat alone on stone and stoned alone.

[Old poem originally written in 1997. RIP Colin]