A Mourning Pantoum

The daylight turned from gold to rinsed out grey Danger Ahead. No exit. No right turn Dead in the time it takes to boil an egg Life was a reel gone wrong, and fast unravelling Danger Ahead. No exit. No right turn What did you drop down into your lovely throat? Life was a reel gone wrong and fast unravelling What did you jab into your suffering veins? What did you drop down into your lovely throat? Why was your handsome face a bloated orange? What did you jab into your suffering veins? Oh buzzing flies oh horrid Nightmare Chorus Why was your handsome face a bloated orange? Daylight turned from gold to rinsed out grey Oh buzzing flies oh horrid Nightmare Chorus Dead in the time it takes to boil an egg