In life's last lurch
On this piercing night
Striations of light
Through squinting eyes
Shone liquid bright...
In a drunken abyss
With a heart transfix...
A hunched-up figure
Modus Vivendi...
Still thinks he's quite trendy
Whilst taking a piss...
Wooden movements shake
Forces in a weakened alliance
Unwillingly, break!
Fallen is he in defiance.
A tragedy a trivial devil
A trembling snow angel
He has fallen, besmirch
Blood collating, dishevel
-led in life's last lurch.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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