Love Poem: X Marks the Spot
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Written by: Clive Blake

X Marks the Spot

X marks the spot
Where a young child had stood,
Enjoying his friends company as only
A young child could.

X marks the spot
Where the child laid dying,
Medics there to save his life, 
Desperately trying.

X marks the spot,
From which the crowd were kept, 
The child’s mother who broke through
And uncontrollably wept.

X marks the spot
Where the ambulance came
The police taking measurements
Photographing the stain.

X marks the spot
Where the piles of flowers were left,
Where the moving tributes were made
From those now bereft.

X marks the spot
Where the funeral procession slowed
Where a community’s grief
In rivers now flowed.

X marks the spot
Where the young child was struck
By a man on a mobile
In charge of a truck.

X marks the spot
Where a quick call was made
The cost of this phone call, 
Extravagantly paid.