SUICIDE CLIFF
There would be no fluttering police tape today
To keep the rubber necked back from the affray
No black holed, black glazed, spooky van
No undertaker's magic on an invisible man
No sunken faced lifeboat crew
No coastguard van bedecked in blue
No unemployed ambulance man
No helicopter scything sea air, with its fan
For a samaritan up on the cliff path
Had saved the dying day
A glowing lady up on the cliff path
Fleetingly smiled his way
Bringing warmth through stubble
To anchor human rubble
In safe harbour for now
No, no, no cliff top prow
Back crossing the seafront road a picture stared
Knees buckled, as his old soul was bared
Missing person - have you seen this man?
Oh, dear God, how he missed that man
Hooting, tooting, people shouting in vain
Ambulance man's arm, cranking up the merry-go-round, again
