sitting with horace

volume 2

dogs and children

over a hedge and sunset

laughing playing and acting

it could not get better

but friends will  arrive

transport me somewhere

and be patient with  me

and this sickness

a wandering highlander

among ruins of heroics

temples of dance

changing like fire

if  you deign cremation

you  have to put with decay

of the most rottenous

the oven won't be hot

but transition to light

is about the best

you can hope

at this point

apart  from being eaten

by germs no less

all  those fine  ideas

jewelled  in words

ones and zeros

of electric light