That man is dead, his lips are dry
His face collapsed
He's a shell, that man is dead.
This man is alive
Until tomorrow, he doesn't know,
So he's watching TV, killing time.
This woman is dead
Her skin is yellow
Her friend is waiting for her at Costa
She won't arrive.
These teenagers are dead
Upside down in a Golf GTI
Acne and blood.
This pig is dead, I'm cutting its loin
With dauphinoise potatoes and
A cabernet sauvignon.
This pub is dead
The piano player's swollen head
Rests softly on the keys.
I head for home. Stop off
For dead fish and chips.
Salt and vinegar
Mayonnaise.
The moon is milky
And the stars are ghosts,
I'm alive.
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