I am a dying man
in a dead world,
and as I lay here
curled amongst medicine and psalms,
veins like a flowered hell,
I watch a tiny hero on film
bring more death.
It never ends.
We all want more Black.
It rocks.
I watch guns and comedy,
men throttled with steel cables
or lanced by stockinged crows.
I will follow soon
to blood, tear and fables,
'tho mine will not dry
but fall with the credits.
I live in hope for a muscled legend...
@Steven Francis poems 2008
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