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I'm going to die today
at 4:32 p.m.
Kept late after class by
a confused student,
I will hit the intersection
of Highways 9 and 65
at precisely the same
moment as a young man
on his third six-pack
of Samuel Adams.
Mourning the loss of the
high school sweetheart who
left him for a college boy,
he won't see me.
He'll be fine, so wasted
that his loose muscles
will roll with the rolling car.
But I will see him coming
head-on and (no time to
react) will go rigid, so tense
that my neck will snap like a
twig in the impact, instantly fatal,
but a kindly injury that will let me
look nice in my coffin should my
family ignore my wishes to be
cremated, opting to preserve
the husk in the ground for the
coming resurrection.
at 4:32 p.m.
Kept late after class by
a confused student,
I will hit the intersection
of Highways 9 and 65
at precisely the same
moment as a young man
on his third six-pack
of Samuel Adams.
Mourning the loss of the
high school sweetheart who
left him for a college boy,
he won't see me.
He'll be fine, so wasted
that his loose muscles
will roll with the rolling car.
But I will see him coming
head-on and (no time to
react) will go rigid, so tense
that my neck will snap like a
twig in the impact, instantly fatal,
but a kindly injury that will let me
look nice in my coffin should my
family ignore my wishes to be
cremated, opting to preserve
the husk in the ground for the
coming resurrection.
Slightly revised - dropped the last two couplets.
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Um. Ow. Morbid much?
Like I can complain right? This is a neat exploration of the fears and secret thoughts we all have from time to time.
Like I can complain right? This is a neat exploration of the fears and secret thoughts we all have from time to time.