Poem by: Ben Dunk. – Finished October 9th. 1997.
Died – Princess Di.
Before and After
Encased in a marriage of diadems
Clothes and jewels for every season
But lost love in a realm of gems
Suffering stings of Standard reason
Artemis loved her Seyid
During their chasse they played
Was it improper or safe?
For this union so enjoyed
She, the Royal of ideal life
He, the Romeo of conquests
They looked into the eyes of love
Then abruptly left their quests
Savagely felled like a tree
So much more to finish and do
Time to spend with Thou and Thee
Love to pass to me and you and you
Who steps forward into shoes?
So beautiful, polished and rare
Who will wear gowns that so amuse
A fascinating face for tabloids’ fare
Foreign lands and fellows
Foreign restaurants, boats and bars
Foreign trends and hello’s
Foreign motorcycles and cars
I nostri paparazzi persistenti
E la imboscata un accidente causato
O le Propaganda Sei, sono molti potenti?
Finalmente, il carro nel aria volato
We cannot believe she is dead!
The lowly people screamed with wreath oceans
Against gilded gates and walls supreme
Books of condolences shall be read
Injustice felt mutual in her trains
Confirming their premise, she must be Queen
A sad little group of beleaguered people
Clustered afraid and nodding in front of iron bars
Under ‘DIANA OF LOVE’ gate steeple
Relinquished their patrician wars
The casket spectacular trails through London’s lead-lined streets
Teardrops on pavements confirm the tragic fairy-tale of woe
Eight busbied Welsh Guards endure uniform-straining-feats
Bearing her triumphant before: Charlie, Phil. William, Harry and Bo.
Thus spake the Sovereign:
“….a tribute to Diana…..
…..exceptional and gifted…..
…..I admired and respected her…..
…..lessons are to be drawn from life…..
…..cherish her memory…..
…..Diana’s family loved one…..
…..thank God for someone who made people happy!”
Please be that she heard the eminent eulogies:
“…..she will live forever in our memory!”
“…..of all the stars, our star of stars!”
“…..for those who love, time is eternity!”
Elton John’s pop piano chokes the organ-pipes’ winds
Abbey candles flicker from the breaths of a billion world-wide mourners
Silent onlookers reflect back as the slowed black hearse shines
Submitting to floral tributes flung from kerbs and corners
On an island
Her legend lives.
Epilogue: She strode manful through a minefield in life
Gave love, solace and hope to people in need
And, prompted political succour beyond death
For the injured who suffer pain and bleed.