How To Die

At a carnival- in my dream I saw an old man had made a rocket - and blasted off I saw it go overhead and at first thought It was a decoy because no-one could come back to Earth safely From such a blast Then - I assumed because he was old he wanted to die in a Blaze of glory Next I see his rocket turn into a parachute And he has on snow skis and poles We all make a space for him to land. As he lands - the street turns into a river- and he manages to land upright on the skis - on the water. But I think then he had a heart attack From the joy of landing Suzanne Delaney