electric
body
electric
there’s something very undignified about dying
and i have instructed my sister-in-law to have socks
on my deformed feet as well not to allow any deathbed
tourists into the crucible when i tell her these things
she says: check! and i know that she will make sure that
i have dignitas to spare that’s how she rolls
and in the aftermath before the afterlife no doubt i will
be reunited with my brother and we will decide how we’d
like to spend eternity (not in mexico bro) we will likely hang
around to play spirited games with those who remain how about
calling them from our cell phones deader than we
not funny martine! as well we will torment them in their showers
a place humans blissfully sing unless you are gutwrenched with
grief then you dread getting in the shower a chamber where
electricity melds with soap melds with ions of departed souls
so that you no longer know where they begin and you end
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stout as a horse affectionate haughty electrical I and this mystery
here we stand i sing the body electric has anyone supposed it lucky
to be born? i hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die the
smallest sprout shows there is really no death
(Walt Whitman Leaves of Grass 1855)
Fall 2018 .. Martine! please don’t call me from heaven when i’m driving..
