Swan Lake

I do not want to die
a music box death
where the notes slow
and the gaps grow.


A Type of Equality

Outside the old people's home
a combine-harvester
leaves behind a field of stubble.


How it was done

I still like Columbo
maybe because my father smiled
when the eponymous hero
would cough smoke into the face
of the deceased's best friend or wife,
and when the villains thought
he was no match for them.

But what stays with me the most
is how he'd leave a room
always turning back to ask
just one more question.

Tristan Moss

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