those were the words you chose to live by.
You were all too aware how brief time is,
the guillotine forever hanging over you.
Through all our memories, children picking buttercups,
teenagers thumping away on a bass,
the executioner followed you –
everywhere you looked, there he stood.
Death was like family to you,
the annoying aunt who squawks and fusses.
Yet you instilled in me this message –
cut everything and never stop.