Cluedo

I am going to die
still wondering
what it was all about -
the bear in the cage
the child in the bathtub
	with the bin liner
the horse in the field
	with the glass
the dead birds
	desolate on rocks

sun and moon, shadow,
lanes of thought and feet
the wet brick of the city
	on a Saturday night
yells and catcalls as the
	bars give out
the Star Club by the Clyde

such geographies on TV nightly
makes you wonder
what the point is
megalomaniacs in suits and
uniform, with knives

our children die with mould
in their lungs or with
no water on the other side
of the world

all those years of walking
was all about
not drowning, with the
constant feel of hands
grabbing ankles, trying
to pull me under -

we could just all
choke one another and be
done with it, let
silence reign and maybe
nature could take the baton
let it all grow green again

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