Monday, April 5, 2010

Final Thoughts

The poet says he's not afraid
but won't fly, drives his truck
to teach or give a reading.

For me, death by plane
would be the finest way to go.

You'd have some time for final
thoughts the whole way,
and the right kind:

when my car went in a tailspin
all I thought was "Shit!"

You wouldn't be alone.
Not like a murder
in a darkened alley.

On a plane, another passenger
might hold your hand.

You'd hope the pilot, turning in a nosedive,
would pull out; if not, the end would be
so quick you wouldn't quite believe it.

This is all the poet says:
"It is a long way down."

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