WITNESSING MYSELF

Now that she’s left us

Bereft

Alone in our millions

Contemplative

And destitute too.

Finest of Monarchs

I’m holding you close

Charged all my life through

In honour bound

This Marine attends you.

Tears fall fast

For her closing of eyes

Our great Queen departed

Yet Death is outsmarted

A pure voice replies.

Mne Johnson   King’s Squad, Royal Marines