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May 11 ’85

Glenn Walker

Monday, May 16th, 2005

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 May 11 ’85 is etched upon my mind,
A dream became a nightmare and turned happiness to fear,
The day I left my soul behind,
But could not shed a tear.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The sweet perfume of victory became the stench of death,
And whilst my heart beats soundly I never will forget,
From wisp of smoke to no more breath,
It haunts me ever yet.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 I came to praise my heroes out on the field of play,
I came to dance and sing and shout, to hold my head up high,
I came to take the pleasures of the day,
I didn’t come to die.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The newsreel of my memory plays a matinee,
A reprise of hurt and sadness, of deep remorse and ire,
That I could not help in any way,
The victims of the fire.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 I saw the anguish and the pain pervade the burning stand,
I saw the reaper laughing beneath the crimson sky,
And through the flames that panic fanned,
I saw an angel cry.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Rest in peace you Bantams, rest in peace you Imps,
Two cities joined in pain and grief, your memory ever cherished,
The game you loved is different since,
The fateful day it perished.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 We grieve as one these years gone by and though it can be fraught,
We’ll close our eyes and bow our heads, so glad to be alive,
We’re all alone with just one thought,
May 11 ’85.

© GW

Notes

This great ode from Glenn whcic appeared some time back on the site and re-printed here today for posterity-Editor.
In memory of the 56 Bradford and Lincoln souls lost to the Bradford City fire on May 11 1985.

R.I.P.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/may-11-85-2/