Dead Swan

Dead swan where do you go?
Your glorious tall white neck
you submerge in the water
No fear

Bird where do you go when you die?
I see you in the trees
You call to your friends
You are protective

Frogs I see you jumping
But not dead
Do you have frog heaven
Or frog hell?

So many people alive
Right now
Where are the dead bodies?
Are we cocooned from death?

The neat undertaker takes us away
We die from natural causes
Are we at peace?

We are not at war
In Basingstoke
In Tooting

In Ealing
In Shropshire

Nottingham
Glasgow

What is our fight?
Where are our dead bodies?

They are in the morgue

Shot by Walkers

M&M's

Coke

Transfats

Lack of exercise

Would I rather die by bullet

Or by the slow infarction
Of my arteries?

I'll pick the cowards
way out

I'm not to blame

But I will fight

The M&Ms

The crunchy

and the twix

I will fight them on the beaches

On the land

And in the sea

I will never give up

I will take the odd bullet

The odd bite

A muffin here

A muffin there

But I will fight

Our problem

Is inverse starvation

As serious

As Deadly

Plane loads of people dying each month

Now pass me the fucking twix

Will I put my feet up and watch Eastenders,

And will you're are it

Do you have any

Marlborough lights left?

I fancy I might as well light

My pyre too.