Take me to the landfill
and leave me there
to be torn apart by the razor
sharp beak of the seagulls;
savagely squawking as they fight
for the morsels
and the remains of sweetmeats.
Place me on a pyre
of my efforts and strike a match
underneath the kindling
doused in petrol and regret,
and leave me to burn
as my body melts away
to smoke
and the black circles drifting
in the wind….