Waiting Ahead-Of-Death Poem by Mark Heathcote

Waiting ahead-of-death,
Ahead of the sun and moon,
The closed locked clam the oyster
The pearl in its prism walled gloom.
The oceans retreat,
Even those lovers longed to meet.
Waiting ahead-of-time,
Waiting ahead-of-time,
Waiting ahead-of-death,
…Of aspiration's footsteps,
Across the street,
"Every day, has new targets to beat.
Just like your morning eggs",
Sunnyside-up!
"You wish, you'd just scrambled,
Just; to get the hell-out".
"Your body feels like it's been rolled-up
In flypaper—hung-out"
Waiting to dry,
Waiting ahead-of-time,
Waiting ahead-of-death,
Waiting ahead-of-line,
Sunnyside-up!
But hell I'm not yet all beaten!
I'm not yet all beaten-up.
For my waiting, ahead-of-time,
For my waiting, ahead-of-death,
For my waiting, ahead-of-the-line
Heading forwards to my life
Ahead-of-time!
Ahead of the sun and moon,
The closed locked clam the oyster
The pearl in its prism walled gloom.
The oceans retreat,
Even those lovers longed to meet.
Waiting ahead-of-time,
Waiting ahead-of-time,
Waiting ahead-of-death,
…Of aspiration's footsteps,
Across the street,
"Every day, has new targets to beat.
Just like your morning eggs",
Sunnyside-up!