We’re in a Deathrace with our oldest friends
Who shall be first to inter then die when all shall say
Halleluiah and Goodbye, Good-riddance and damn ye to your soul
Before they all consider their next move to be able to say they are the
Last of the line? When doesn’t their new age scientist outlook become God-like
And so it goes to the end of their outcome, their death themselves.
Already I can sense them preying upon me
As I slender-hooked hold on to my independence
And my sanity.
Copyright B E Saunders 2016