Poem 47 of 230: A LOSS FOR HUMANITY

Toward the end of summer,
    A car crash in France.
Then thousands of cut flowers -
    Some bearers in trance.

For Diana broke-even -
    Now resting in peace;
A loss for humanity -
    Her caring did cease.

For, while taking her perks -
    Perks there should not be -
She gave greatly of herself
    In kind charity:

Charity good states would free.

(Can I just say that, if you wish, you can hear, until September, the English lament "Sleep on Beloved" on myspace.com/walkaboutsverse)