This poem has been written in memory of Marie Vesco – cyclist and activist, who was killed on the A23 in June 2008.
She rode in search of an ideal,
Changing the world for better,
A fragile moth rising to light.
She died by the road side like a cat,
Sacrificed to the unchallenged power
Of our motorised world.
A white bike rose from the grass
To float as a ghost beside the road’s
A wreath of wire and flowers,
Each spoke fired an arrow
From the hearts of mourning parents.
No–one could find time or money
To provide signs for idealists,
But workmen removed the bike.