For Marcus

No-one feels like April Fools this year;
it’s turned suddenly colder.
Who? whatwhywhenhow? Who?
Jumbled disbelief,
shards of memory, bits and bytes;
from your secret laboratory
whatever emerged had an edge
of delight.
You dived deep,
in resonance remain.

No-one feels like April Fools this year,
but when we return to unplayed pranks
in future years
they will bear the magic of your name;
“For Marcus!”