I see the dead faces piling up in my memory
Slack jaws tight skin sunken eyes gray skin
Calls I won't return or letters I won't write
All those people aren't lonely any more
Someday I will join them, unworrying.
For now I want to see another great woman astraddle me
rising up, back arched triumphant
And this vision animates self improvement
Should I die suddenly in a fire
My lower body will be in very good shape to meet my memory.
Humans pester each other to alter course.
I should enjoy this wildly unpestered life!
And how does an unpestered person shape self?
To attract a pretty pesterer!
Fortunately the to-dos of the dead make way for the whims of the living
I shall maybe put a park in this cemetery!
I will work to "get good" at living this life
Before it changes or it's taken from me!
