August 27, 2017 | Ian Bland | Leave a comment The theme for this week’s JVG Radio Method poem is “Dead“. So with Jon’s Usual perversity seeing as how the Radiothon theme was “It’s alive”, naturally Jon chose dead as this weeks theme. The truth be told though he could have just been describing how we all felt now that the Radiothon is finished. Either way, I get to have a chat about one of my pet hates… Ed Bates provided the guitar backing, have a listen to how it went below… To play this poem directly in your browser – just click the “play” button below: https://ianbland.com.au/audio/JVG_Poem20170827.mp3 Dead There’s been a silent revolution; we’ve been emancipated Try reading the obituaries; death has been eradicated It seems verbal evasion can win you a reprieve Language can accomplish what science can’t achieve Dying is out of vogue; we’ve conquered it at last You wouldn’t be caught ‘dead’ these days; everybody’s ‘passed’ Exactly what they’ve passed they never seem to state Though one thing is apparent; they’ve passed their used by date Some have ‘crossed the Jordan’; I trust they used a bridge While others have ‘expired’ like the contents of my fridge Some ‘awakened to eternal life’; while some have ‘gone to sleep’ Some are merely ‘resting’; they should try counting sheep Some are ‘living with the angels’ which proves they haven’t died Probably riding round near Broadford on a Harley Electra Glide Some are in Abraham’s Bosom; that sounds a little intense Some have just ‘crossed over’; does that mean they’ve jumped the fence? Some ‘join the choir invisible’ which seems a bit absurd Not only can’t we see them, the choir can’t be heard Some have ‘left this world’; perhaps they’re on the moon Some ‘caught the train to glory’; one way ticket I presume Some are ‘in a better place’; hope they have a view Others ‘gone the way of all flesh’; sounds like a BBQ Cashed their chips, sold the farm, cleared out the garden shed Call it anything you like but please don’t mention ‘dead’ Checked out, popped off, paid their tab, took a holiday in lime Drew the curtain, closed their account, the umpire’s blown full time Departed, deleted, discontinued, downsized, called it a day Ran out of road, returned to sender, re-located, slipped away Bit the dust, gave up the ghost, retrenched, ran out of breath Fell off the perch, summoned home; no references to death No need to sugar coat it or mask it for safe keeping Call it what it is; it’s dead, dead not sleeping Yet we’re all going to die; there’s nowhere you can hide You won’t be saved by euphemisms, sit back, enjoy the ride One day, I know, my time will come and I’ll ahhh, ‘take my last bow’ And I’ll d—I’ll d — I’ll d — I’ll d — I’ll ‘drop off the bough’ © Copyright 2017 Ian Bland Also have a listen to “Everything or Nothing” <a href=”http://music.ianbland.com.au/album/everything-and-nothing”>Everything And Nothing by Ian Bland</a> Share this:TweetEmailMoreTelegram