Alchemisland

Few as me are mooted!

Wreathed and wrapped in funeral apt livery, death’s quivering green,

For this useless Me’s commutation.

Welcome ends, the wending Welkin blemish the moon’s weapons.

Delivering to doorsteps doorstop portions of myself

Until I’m empty as a DPD van’s back come six PM. Waste the diem.

I breathed what repeated GP briefings assured me would kill me,

As revenge for all the times I pretended to feel guilty.