Death is Different

             The
teacher told me off
last week
          but it was
Susie Gibb,
  she stabbed me with
a compass

and I screamed.

The vicar came
and then he left
to sail on ships.

She placed an apple on the table,
cut it into slices.
           It was Tuesday.

               The dentist
said it would be

Okay
              but she
never believed him.

They said

she would
never

grow apples





again.