dying

there's a man killed by a bomb
there's a woman falling from a building
there's a head under the chopping board
there's builder under a pillar
there's a leader that's hit by a bullet
there's a boy that's hit by a car
there's a family lost in a plane crash
there's a youth OD'd on drugs
there's a soldier severed in combat
there's a girl knifed in the street

it's true - there's a million ways to die
and there's a poet writing poems
who does it so well each night
under a sun that is dying too...

Poem © Mark Pirie, 2005