For Margaret Aspinall, with the very deepest respect.
—–
I couldn’t just think about him:
There were ninety five more needing justice.
If I’d only thought of my son
Well.
What use is a woman who’s broken by grief?
I had to go on.
But they showed me a tape of him,
There in the stands
Just before it
All
Kicked
Off
And then lying ignored on the pitch
Just a few minutes later
My lad
Dying all on his own.
I wanted to drive off the road
But for ninety six voices
Still crying for justice.
Well.
Now at long last,
The truth can begin to be known.
And I’ll spend the whole rest of my life
Just loving his bones.
Tom Juniper Poetry 