Show me your ticket for the tontine of life,
where entry is free, the closing date long,
the winner takes a lonely prize.
Show me your ticket for the tontine of love,
where entry is hurt, desire and despair,
the prize thin as breath, a vapour.
Show me your ticket for the tontine of hate,
where entry is wrath, hostile and dark,
the winner can never be safe.
Here is my ticket for the tontine of death,
where entry is free, a brief rubicon,
the prize lies unknown, uncertain.
© Graham Sherwood 11/2012
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