Death in the loo


In the morning,

I went on a visit

To the loo.


The white land was deserted

The deep sea was clear

No eyes were watching me.


Or so, I thought.

I hadn’t noticed the ant

Trudging the ice under me.


The was holding on to dear life

Searching for dry land

I’d made scarce with my waterfall.


I stared at it.

I think our eyes met

Though only for a moment.


Catastrophe struck.

My waterfall lifted it

Clear off its feet.


I tried to reach out,

But hesitated.

How could I, into the loo?


Though I tried to,

I couldn’t,

Didn’t shed any tears.


But I gave it

A burial of a sort

With a part of my own.

17th June 1996


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