EXCUSE ME… DEATH?
-I know I’m out of bounds,
it’s just that I lost
two poetry friends recently,
Dr. Noah Young and Roger Suva.
-Hey, I’m not complaining…
we live to die,
thought I’d mention it, that’s all…
-You know, like if it is
totally OK with you,
how about going easy
with the bad news…
the drip, not the bundle?
-Thanks, Death.
…hey, not to worry, I understand,
you’ve got a thankless job to do.
-I’ll see you around.