THE DAY I NEARLY DIED.
The four horsemen of the apocalypse
rode in ,a flying tango to a Tonibell
I realise pathetically that
there’s no hosanna of glowing winged angels,
nor baying demons with sharpened claws.
I’m fading to the theme tune from Match of the day,
no thunder, no lightening, no seismic chaos,
just the world turning slow beside me
as shallow as a breathless breath,
my passing equally matched
by a 99 with sprinkles.