Mickie Green

Rookie (22nd September / London)

If I Died... - Poem by Mickie Green

Dead music, live music.
Swirled around in the mass of a familiar theme tune.
Buy now. Save later.
But it's all so ephemeral.
Smacked down.
Run together like sugar in water.
All these thoughts, all these imaginings.
Disappearing like rain on the mountain.
Shifting to a deep tolling bell.
She's taking bets
But the bookie's closed.
Never to re-open,
Tangled up in the clutching stems of a funeral wreath
All the time, all the effort
Just makes the same old coffin, the same dreary headstone
The cogs turn. Spin, spin, spin.
Stop.
We tear so easily,
Like pretty pink paper.
Nothing doing. Nothing moving.
Ding dong, the witch is dead.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 5, 2008

Poem Edited: Saturday, July 5, 2008


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