Some seem to spend an awful lot of life preparing for,
wondering about, fearing, or otherwise thinking about death.
Waste, waste, waste.
Reading about serial killers, studying battles.
Reading crime novels, watching murder on tv,
Thrill, thrill, thrill.
Making wills, buying burial plots, saving for
or insuring for their funeral, debating cremation,
Plan, plan, plan.
Fantasizing about having had many lives and many deaths,
Who they were centuries ago, always grand
Dream, dream, dream
Fearing God and giving blindly to anyone who says “Jesus,”
Believing Dante or voting in the Republicans (which rushes the death of the whole of civilation),
Fear, fear, fear
Or throwing themselves off bridges, taking poison.
Positioning the gun just right
What’s their hurry?
Hasn’t death won enough already?