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.