Would you place my life in photographs on your mantlepieces
Show these pictures to your nephews and nieces?
I think not.

There are many amends to make..
..I have fallen into the fire..the grate is hot
The coals burn
The teacher of life and its lessons can be awfully stern.

As the smoke starts to rise..up the chimney and into the skies
As I meet my demise
I turn for one last loving look.

I should have shuffled the deck
Should have wound in my neck and not been so shortsighted
Would that these thoughts had alighted
When I was in the thick of the storm..
..these thoughts come fast
I am caught in the updraft and am swirling away.

This day would come..and for some sooner than that..
..now I chat to the birds
I am just..jest to their words..I am..

..Not quite sure now..I can't see myself..how could I tell?
I wonder if this is what people call hell.

Not seeing where you are..or where you've been..or is it in the unseeing..
..when you realise what kind of being..
..you were.
As I became once..or was I really there?

I share..but care not for this state..in the grate it's still hot
A little snapshot
Can you not
Spot
The loser.