Anticipation Is Such A Bore? Poem by Mark Heathcote

I've been running through graveyards
ever since my life began,
I've had the barrel of a gun levelled at me
ever since I learnt to stand and run
ever since I learnt to open my eyes,
separate fact from fiction;
tell the day from the night.
Know a truth from a lie;
I've been the object of a hangman's noose
ever since my birth,
I've been hovering over a trapdoor
awaiting that lever, sandbag to fall
and what's more, I prayed it would happen
sooner rather than later
my god, anticipation is "such a bore? "