When My Life Has Vanished Into The Stratosphere Poem by Mark Heathcote

Only jealousy has a thousand eyes
Overlooking the seas the horizon
Scanning the weeds the dandelions
They'd wish to blow, far away.

When my life has vanished into the stratosphere
I promise you not to leer.
Death, let's skip the urn & ashes
And have a good old love story here.

I'll take a tour of the slain lamb,
The old fat money market man
Can fry like well-buttered bacon in a pan?
I'll stay lean and learn to eat honey & yam.