Secondhand Life

I wrote this a while back, it was intended as a poetic voice-over for a film script that I was writing about the redefinition of English national identity. I also published it online at my original website as part of a collection of short form literature entitled "Rolling The Dice".

Looking through my folders today, I thought that it deserved a new lease of life and so here it is once more.

Tom.

Secondhand Life

drips, sickeningly
like treacle
from the plastic spoon

as all men equal;
in their boredom
settle

‘mongst the sweetness
of the trap

then slowly, in their weakness erode,

rot, disintegrate

and finally

decompose.