Under The Volcano

Oblivion awaits us all

It is a long time

To pre-empt it artificially

Seems a waste

I have never been to Mexico

But should like to remember my visit

All of us live a life in one day

Our fate smouldering in the background

I would like to be introduced as the honorary Consul

Celebrated, revered, then forgotten

From where, and to where, unknown

Should we wait for the day of the dead

Or is that every day?

When the car heater comes on

A dragon’s breath

It envelops me

Consumes me

Transports me

Somewhere else

A metal cocoon

Ready to travel

Hunched up

Foetal like

Existing only

In the moment

Going nowhere

But everywhere

Caressed