Decades
ago I visited Winchester Cathedral and have always remembered viewing the tomb
of Bishop Fox with its gruesome sculpted corpse in a state of advanced decay.
Bishop Fox was Secretary of State to Henry VII and Henry VIII and founder of
Corpus Christi College, Oxford, so was a major figure. His tomb was part of a ‘fashion’
at the time to be truthful as to what awaits us all, great and small alike.
--------------------
I
remember a girl, fifty years ago now,
I had hopes she’d be my first “squeeze,”
On
mooching too close she whipped off her shoeAnd threatened to crack my knees!
I was terribly miffed, we had quite a row.
I ask you what can you do?
Later,
I married, I can’t say it was fun,
It flickered eleven long years;Straight-lipped and focused, jolly as ’flu,
Her smile froze the air round my ears;
At last like fever she upped and was gone.
I ask you what can you do?
And
then a lover; such all-night days!
The bedroom department went wild;But, ah, intrigued by a books-and-booze crew,
Rapt as a big-eyed child,
She drifted off in Jack Kerouac ways.
I ask you what can you do?
And
as for the daughter, I was taken aback
When with jogging, smoothies and weightsShe developed firm muscles and a fresh morning hue
But also fresh loves and hates;
Like a sweat-wringing jockstrap, I was flung on the rack.
I ask you what can you do?
Untroubled
by women, in Winchester fane
Bishop Fox’s cadaver decays,Sculpted in stone for the startled to view,
Memento mori it says:
All loves, all hopes, perish in pain.
I ask you what can you do?
===============
©
November 2014