The fireworks break the silence and the dark

Of blackest midnight’s momentary grip

The past strangled, the new year makes its mark

It wipes its fratricidal hands and slips

Into the driver’s seat. Another trip

Into the unknown, please. You know the drill:

Yes, let’s have lots of scary turns and dips

And on the journey, we’ll count those you kill

With foot full down and hands spinning the wheel

Unless we’re thrown or you suddenly park

By some icy roadside and then you flip

Around, arm on the seat top, smile, reveal

A hideous bony face like ours, so stark

‘Here is your future,’ spoken without lips