love will tear
Ian’s original curb stone was stolen in 2008 – this is the replica replacement.
Somewhere in suburbia, under a framed grainy b&w photograph
Is the ultimate fan shrine, carefully arranged, tenderly tended.
What uncomfortable bedfellows we keep when we’re gone
Fate brings us to be eternal neighbours of the renowned
So Walter, who finds himself deceased in Macclesfield
In May 1980, lands himself next to the famous ‘selfish bastard’
Who had screwed up his friends' first tour of America
And lumbers Walter with unwanted attention
A spilling mishmash of hippie detritus:
Candles and plastic flowers, chains and cigarettes and hand-written notes.
A similar uncalled for fate awaited Stephen
Resting peacefully enough until Derek Jarman is deposited next to him.
The well trodden fan-trail slimes its silvery path from Prospect Cottage
Derek’s house at Dungeness, on a beach road next to the nuclear power station
Famous for being the second largest shingle beach in the world
Next to Cape Canaveral
The natural thing to do then, is to pick up a pebble from Dungeness
And take it to the Jarman grave to balance atop his grey slate
Except most tourists fail to spot that the helpful churchwarden
Eager to keep things tidy, or perhaps with a wicked swipe
Brushes them over onto Stephen, just to add to his burden.