Poetry Playground #27 Response

My Tattoo

In general, I’m not enamoured of tattoos,

Though my chest is inked

It’s not intended, others to amuse

A blank canvas for pierced ingress, not its use

That’s not how I think

For ornament, it’s not what I would choose

But I won’t decry the choice of those who do

Or creative skill

Through which an image morphs into view

No doubt at times it treasures a message

Expressing self

Old love or folly of a certain age

At others, humour or a picture plays

But that's not me

An acronym, plain in what it says

My ink is a note in case of accident

My body torn

Life, hanging on a thread, as good as spent

I want no doubt about my greatest fear

DNR, my ink:

From death’s release - don’t make me reappear