I do not want to
slip quietly away
and sail gently into the
World of yesterday.
I want to kick
and scream and fight.
an Atlantic rower
overboard at night.
Being born was
never that easy.
Why should I let death
compliantly take me.
I’m a desperate man
shouting at the moon
‘You can’t have me now
come back soon’.
So death returns
to where he came from
I’ve a final chance
to prove him wrong.
