Deathrace

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