Slowly suffocating
I am slowly
suffocating.
but
slowly is not quick enough
so they stuff my head into
the sand
and
I can see
Australia

Who could predict that the
convicts from ships would
have settled and made
their homes here?

I am ******* in
toxins from plastics,
dioxins are killing me

when you ain't got a shilling for the meter
do not expect the grim reaper to come
down and meet you
anyway
he's on holiday
far away from this poisonous place

I face it square on
like some punchie
who was champ but
now gone

and I read Donne
because
that's all there is
left.