(Kelvingrove Art Gallery, Glasgow)
The Death is the dying,
that short fleeting moment
between the living
and the dead,
which is a seeming eternity.
As the asp curls round your arm
you clasp your left hand under your breast,
you raise your right arm
in a final, feeble, royal command;
but as the asp draws the skin of your breast
between its teeth,
your eyes cry out in agony.
Even Queens have to die!
© Gerald England
Composed: Glasgow, 1st September 1967
Publications
1968 Platform (UK)
1970 MOUSINGS (Sheffield, Headland)
1994 Potpourri (USA)
1997 The Writer's Home Page (Internet)
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