Morbid poem of the day.

Julian puts these on Facebook and I take the good ones. (I will stop if he tells me to). Hence no link.

For those who are not in the antipodes: we have the highest rate of skin cancer (melanoma) in the world and a lot of people die from this, including one of the two Olympians in my old track club, John Davies.

Melanoma

What an irony it would be to die
of too many cells dividing while
outside everything is thriving
in the garden, meeting and
joining and splitting and growing;
and to die of a spot on your skin
where the sky beat down decades
ago as one lay unaware; ignorant
and innocent in the sun,
like a flower in a garden.

Julian O’Dea