A Dying Victim Poem by Margaret Alice Second

A beautiful new white hat to represent
the crystal consciousness I would love
to have, trimmed it with a glistening white
mask, white flowers and shiny pearls

A silver shiny ribbon to round it off, my
colleague scoffs and another snorts but
this is not for them or to win anybody's
good opinion - it's just to make me glad

In the growing heat - feels as if the warm
Cape wind is blowing over me changing
my work station into a desert and I'm a
dying victim lost in scalding dunes…

[29 january 2015]