Knockout Flu

Breath-seared lungs, ears and throat,
Mouth like dust – I’m such a gracious host.

Breath is autonomic, on its own,
But for how long if the will has flown?

Death feels close, it’s no big leap,
The long downhill’s no longer steep.

Just a quiet little border, peaceful, clear –
Some are there, some are here.

Here or there, there or here,
Knockout flu makes it all too clear.

Knockout flu, knockout flu,
Nasty little sucker, pin the rap on you.

Knockout flu, knockout flu,
Deep down somehow did we ask for you?

Can we strike a deal, can we start anew?
Can you feel these words we sing for you?

Delirious words for staying alive –
Delirious, mysterious – breath-word-jive.