Learning to die

a dark TV screen

Your last class, dear teacher,
was ‘How to Die.’

You learned by doing.
We learned by observation.

Some die by accident.
Some die on purpose, in bed.

poem & pic by rachel mcalpine cc-by-2.0

On remand


Raindrops squatting on a velvet raft.
Midges scattering on demand.
You’re on remand from the ward today,
and back tomorrow. 

Into the pit
for a tune and a tweak.
Off the track
then back on the road again.

pic & poem by rachel mcalpine cc-by-2.0