that’s what they called your bones
as they lifted your body from the reeds in the swamp.
they said your doors had jammed,
you were a hopeless case. but between you and i,
me with my too long fingers and too short sight and you
with your hell bent path to self-destruction,
we both know that’s how you wanted it.
we both know that where you were going
you knew you didn’t need any brakes,
you life had already spiralled out of control.