A Cage To Hold My Dreams
Last Night You Cancelled Me Out
Last night you cancelled me out,
it was no simple death, no sudden seizure
clean and civilised
with all the adjuncts of entombment
near to hand and zombies in smart grey suits
hustling me away, fish-eyed
before I stank the parlour.
I had hoped for painlessness,
a pill, perhaps, to soften the blow
before being thrust through the cat-flap
but science failed me miserably
and I died like a skewered Injun,
yelling blue murder.
How could you do it ?
knowing the infinite misery which must follow,
millions groaning upon cracked, dry earth,
madmen slicing each others' eyes with razors,
icecaps swallowing towns and villages,
children being assaulted by their teddybears.
If anyone questions why I rupture so easily,
you can tell them that I am love
and love is the delight and the fragility
which makes life tolerable
so that by killing me
you have accomplished nothing
but the continuity, the absolute certainty,
of your own misery.
