A Mourning Pantoum Poem by Sheena Blackhall

The daylight turned from gold to rinsed out grey
Danger Ahead. No exit. No right turn
Dead in the time it takes to boil an egg
Life was a reel gone wrong, and fast unravelling

Danger Ahead. No exit. No right turn
What did you drop down into your lovely throat?
Life was a reel gone wrong and fast unravelling
What did you jab into your suffering veins?

What did you drop down into your lovely throat?
Why was your handsome face a bloated orange?
What did you jab into your suffering veins?
Oh buzzing flies oh horrid Nightmare Chorus

Why was your handsome face a bloated orange?
Daylight turned from gold to rinsed out grey
Oh buzzing flies oh horrid Nightmare Chorus
Dead in the time it takes to boil an egg