Death Throws

I am dissatisfied with myself

Petty, fat, ungraceful, soon to be dead

And lightly mourned.

I used to want a big celebration when I died

With four white horses prancing down Main Street

An obelisk and marble urns

Wreaths of flowers and sobbing mourners

But now I’d rather slip out unnoticed

Because I am afraid that

Nobody will come to say goodbye, or worse just

Eat the canapés and leave

Before the speeches.

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