13 December 2016

A Prayer


I said a prayer to the highway god.

Please don’t let me die alone

Out on this road

So far from home

They say that hungry worms conspire to rend the flesh of the recently expired. That we return to whence we came – to that unknown place which bears no name. Some say we’ll rise again to know no sorrow – to feel no pain. I don’t know the truth in that, because I’ve seen death up close and I don’t see no way back. So if I fall before my time; bury me beneath the sign that points my way back home; and carve upon my stone that he was here and now is gone.



  1. A man's mortality should be ever present on his mind - it produces a sense of scale. Thank you for your comment Martin.