Almost a decade has passed since I last saw Death.
When I think of Him at all, which is rarely,
I put the affair down to the stress
of my father's terminal illness, and how
Death seemed to really understand.
My girlfriend and I are married now.
She has become quite successful with a range
of illustrated gardening manuals.
We have four children:
Gulliver, Nifty, Patience and Otter,
the last a little in-joke between me and her,
and only occasionally employed
to underscore a subtly barbed remark.
We are happy, whatever that vast,
featureless egg connotes.
We live in the country and mulch things.