Particular Moments

If I were to Perish today—

Dropping Dead

Like a gassed lab rat,

Falling over without performing

Its last act of a Pirouette—

I’d love for no one to care.

Dare say I hitherto disappear—

Pulverized to bits,

Like a factory farm swine

Unsuspectingly churned into batches

Down the meat grind—

I’d beg the worms

To rapidly fill up

On my remains.

Suppose I promptly begin to wither—

Disabled and helpless,

Like a sinking Horse

In the Quicksand—

I’d hope none is near.

How pressing must it be,

To be rescued and

Given living refuge,

Only to reveal

That I am nobody Dear?