Suicide Jockey
It's a good day to die - aren't they all?
planted this evil seed;
scrawled the note on a Get Well Soon greeting;
ink or blood?
Doesn't matter, suppose it
should...really.
One magpie is all that's
ever been seen;
years wasted scoping
barren terrain
for one more for joy.
For a sign of hope...humanity
Only bad omens beat
lonely wings;
it's cold, man, cold
and really old really quick.
No more dreams of cabbages
and kings and...tender things.
No afterlife, please,
no backwater channel resurrection re-run;
no off-peak reincarnated repeat
of what has gone before.
Once was enough;
how could that hell be endured...anymore?
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