In which my father chooses a Viking death

What does it take
to gather what wits are left
and decide
decide once and for all
to cease a multitude of meds
to eat only just enough
and drink a little
now and then
to take your own life
in your own hands
cut the lines
cast off
and set your boat on fire?

Published by colinhopkirk

Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.

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