Pointless Deaths
On ev’ryday, there’s somebody,
Who dies in quiet tragedy,
Who dies because biology
Cannot continue hence –
From choking on an apple pip,
Or falling from a clumsy trip,
To organs one day losing grip,
And none of it makes sense.
A fatal fallen power line,
Drowning in the Serpentine,
Little lumps we thought benign,
We never even met.
Neckties wrenched to stranglehold,
Coming over sweating cold,
Salmon eaten just too old,
And that is all we get.
Little cuts which never heal,
Brakes that have a perished seal,
Kidney stones as hard as steel,
Gone in a moment’s flick.
Poisoned by a buttercup,
Bitten by a friendly pup,
Simply never waking up,
We die too young, too quick.
Paralysed by peanut shock,
Shaking loose a hornet flock,
Falling golf-balls hard as rock,
So frail is life of man.
Infants dead before their birth,
Here today then gone to earth,
And all our deaths are ever worth,
Is showing there’s no plan.
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