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
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