I cleared the house of mirrors

Saw too many ghosts peering

Over my shoulder, sickly smiling

As if in knowledge of my fate

Absently, I gazed this morning

At first light upon the dewy lawn

The yellow dog, portent of death

Tripped unconcerned from tree to tree

I wrote my mother of my death

“He died a coward, a wasted life

Not worth the horrid pain of birth

Devoid of duty, love and all”

And so I lie myself to earth

To sleep forever as before

Welcome sweet oblivion

And goodbye to all that

Oli 03/09/07