Nicola didn’t want to rest in peace.
How do I know that? She was twenty-three,
Eternal rest not high on her to-dos:
Below the ironing and what’s on TV,
Family and friends, promotion, nice new shoes,
And better reasons to be on the news.
Fiona didn’t want to rest in peace.
She wanted to send wedding invites out,
Enjoy the photos and the finery.
Dying before then on a routine shout,
Blood red confetti, plastic drapery:
Not the way her big day was meant to be.
But justice, duty, dreams and living cease,
And all that we can say is – rest in peace.