They refuse to be buried
Or mourned into the past.
They walk among us
In the eyes of their families
Daring us to forget

Forever in virtual aspic
A TV sitcom archive
They are Locked in time and mind
This picture of Despair
Their death live, forever part of life.

They walk among us
Demanding justice for their dead.
Lives stopped while
They rest with the fallen
On Hillsborough’s turf.

By Hilary Neville