Vigorous
Rejuvenate
Lazarus
Assembled
Wound
Working
Flying

Around me
Circle
And higher
But then (Goddam!)
He stalled
Down to the hotplate
To stick
Disabled
Mortally scorched
To die
Beside my turbulent egg.
A quite unnecessary
Perhaps boastful demonstration
I thought -
Starting also to feel
That another, more reflective
More prone to obsessive imagery
Might be disturbed
By such events.
But then I glanced aside
And saw a wetted wretch
That first unfortunate
Still washed up
In the stainless sink
And, reassuringly
Deader, and more confused
Perhaps, than ever.