Nunhead Cemetery

Will Hatchett

There’s headless Harry or at least his ghost

The street that was blitzed by an air raid

The boy VC who died, too soon, at his post

All of them runners up in life’s parade

Inscriptions plead for a future life

Upstairs but, then, there is downstairs as well

Dear, x, a devoted husband, or wife

Deserves to be in heaven – not hell

Like primed fuses in the burial ground

It is in nettle and white campion

Not the graves that eternity is found

Life, not death, is time’s true champion

There is no heaven or hell, only now

See it is breaking through each jumbled row