Momus What Will Death Be Like

Death will be unlike the night-times when we lie awake thinking of death Death will be unlike the Spanish maracas that rattle inside your last breath Death will be unlike the Mexican festivals, skeletons wearing top hats Death will be unlike the brownstone apartments that dynamite or dereliction collapse Death will be unlike the mandolin the hangman relaxes by playing Death will be unlike the Hound of the Baskervilles, chilling the moors with its baying Death will be unlike the British museum, its bodies from peat bogs and bones Death will be unlike the curse of the mummy that turns the explorers to stone Death will be unlike the great roller coaster, a plunge from a boast to a scream Death

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