III

death was such good fun –

     booze, drugs & poetry.

how did i avoid you?

     so Byronic, so good looking!

i’ve grown old & lucky

     but still there’s too many of me,

scratching marks on paper, computers,

     Beethoven, the horses of Lascaux.

there’s wars for the young but

     still our population grows.

spring, & purple flowers spatter the horizon –

     i like it here & don’t want to leave

Rae Desmond Jones