We do not die
those who are alive today.
Its them,
the others who do that,
who die and be in drama,
be dead and talked about.
We can't get sick
we strong as horses in orange fields.
Its them,
the others who fall ill,
lose legs, breakdown
and get conned by mortality.
We don't get robbed
we money strokers with anaconda wallets.
Its them,
the others who become prey to thieves,
get ripped and choked and snivelling,
those poor spit broke others...
@ Steven francis poems 2011
Slip the noose of dying and madness for a time and share some observations with Welsh poet Steven Francis in this, his 5th collection of poetry.
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