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….