Link to click to read death poems which are part of the literary writings in the book called THIS IS A PICTURE OF YOUR GOD: A HUGH COOK READER


Glossy with death,
He loses interest in the traffic ticket world.
His life
Is a hand of aces,
All he needs.
Allies? Unnecessary.
All his pawns are queens.
In the perfect circle of his recombinant square
The discipline of charity is lost.
His shadow is a monument
To self-esteem.
Has bloated his self-importance beyond the stars.
He is Mr Cherry Blossom,
Mr Sayonara,
Mr Big Goodbye,
Indulged by the patent drama of his death.
The human race is discards,
His no concern.
In the next whiskey
Is all the dance he needs:
A modest compensation
At ease with the protocols of his image.
He is a monster,
If you like,
Or he is human.
Take your pick.