Your Life, Ours

Baritone screaming,
Necessary gear change,
Uphill labours
don’t bother that suit too much,
Down now,
An endless path,
Opaque borders,
An occasional glimpse
to the sea,
Depth concealed
in sunshine
jewellery box infinity,
Life presented
in a box complete with
promotional material,
Silence crowned king
of our awkward parade
until eulogy forces
comparison
for ego to usurp,
Like always
I could scream.