Unlike the Psalmist's 'Valley of the Shadow of Death', Murder Mile is a place where a Theosceptic walks unaccompanied.
MURDER MILE
I’m fast approaching Murder Mile
and can’t resist a rueful smile:
who ever thought I’d live so long.
These days I simply limp along
in puzzlement that I’m not dead
but I expect to be waylaid
soon by some thug or else his mate,
those brutal swine that lie in wait,
with sharpened blade and filthy tongue,
if you’ve the cheek to not die young.
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