Stop the Traffic Lights

by Rachel Glass

Based on ‘Stop all the Clocks’ by W.H. Auden

Stop the traffic lights, turn off the iPhone,
Stop the labradoodle from barking with a plastic bone.
Silence the nightclubs and with a bass drum,
Bring out the flags, let the tears come.

Let keyboards tap, give an ache to every head,
Scribbling on facebook the message He Is Dead.
Put 140 letter messages for followers to see,
Let the youtube videos play with no glee .

He was my Prada, Armani, Fendi and Gucci,
My Tesco Value and Nina Ricci,
My 9 to 5, my gossip, my Top 10 Song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The headlights are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the laptops and dismantle the albums;
Pour away the coffee and pull up your Ralph Lauren hood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.