It’s not for lack of trying But I’ve given in to dying. I’m 83, diseased and old Without the strength to catch a cold. On assisted suicide, my mind’s not split – Where do I sign up for it? If someone helps me finish off What birth started, with death as soft As...
The future is predictable; it will be a lot like the past. God will watch over us in his giant bubble, exactly like the car of one of his representatives on earth. He will look at what has been created and say to his son, in hypothetical humour, while stroking his...
What does it signify? That wave, a half glance, cool brush of the air with a white hand, the nervous smile behind lips roughened by time. What does it mean? that curt half-glance, a sign of love once taken, lived in. Revenge? A determined ‘I am all right’ desperate...
Children, join hands it may not be that you will fight for your country. Children, sing songs gather in play you may not be here the next day. Children, give love to the people around. They need your wishes they need your kisses. Especially parents who struggle to...
Berryman was a saint, not sinner For inviting Henry in – he didn’t have To do that – could have waited sickly By the bridge to die. Before him others Not unconnected doing the same Then his friends – one by one Not unlike the Ark got into it And flung…them too angry...
