Death

 a cold shiver down my spine

on a visit to the city

I felt like a dog in space

or a lonely old person

not knowing who or where I am

in this concentration

I felt like a kettle that had boiled down

leaving me like lime flakes in the bottom

near the filament.

I saw an exhibition about death

in an old and uncaring slab of a building

phthalo green snakes

I am the cup

skulls bigger than I

butterflies stuck to gloss paint

their bodies missing

alarms going off when you get too close to see

I don’t feel safe

I didn’t then and I don’t now

I felt forgotten

like a dog in space

I remember my hopes and expectations

I had for the future

I noted that they didn’t work out the way I expected

I remember saying that the last time I was here

what affected me so much doesn’t even know my face or name.