We’d like to think the Valkyries have come
and taken you carousing in their halls
or you are sitting now in Death’s domain
whilst Albert fries a breakfast to die for.
We want you to live on and yes, you do,
embedded in the stories that you wrote
so we can pick the books up once again
and find you still there scrawling the footnotes.
But you were more than this: a man who spoke
out for the right to choose. The right to die.
The right for dying species to live on.
You made us think and hope and laugh and cry.
Your final research leads you through Death’s door.
Now write the story you’ve been waiting for.