Thursday, August 18, 2011



I never thought i'd come to see death

as a cock-teaser, tantalising me

with “maybe tomorrow”,

maybe next month”,

maybe just before christmas”.

It's a full-time commitment:

cycles of anticipation

followed by complete collapse.

Six years ago, my doctor

pronounced the dread sentence;

If...” he said, “then...” he said.

Since then, I inhabit

a subjunctive world.


I share a toddlers view of death;

how many sleeps in “forever”?

1 comment:

  1. This is such a profound poem. So true... promises, promises.

    I hope you're not - waiting for death. But when you can't do ... much of anything ... and you hurt ... what else is there? Is it still possible to be happy? To laugh? I hope so.