The Amorphous Presence Of Death Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

In any case I would prefer to die only once
and be cremated cheap.

Life has been good to me so far but the idea
of multiple needles in my veins and an external
breathing mechanism is an awful thought.

I mean first I don't want to share my money
with anyone that profits from it.
And believe me the last week in a hospital
can deplete you of your lifesavings.

Nah, don't tell me about the abundance
of medical mottos which to understand forces me
to look up their meanings
in voluminous Latin dictionaries.

I should've died when I was 75 but no, my bag
of pharmacological prescriptions keeps me going.

Besides, no matter what my thoughts are about
the subject I religiously take my medicine
because I have the moral obligation to continue
being my wife's companion in case she needs me.

She threatens me with eternal anger if I pass first.

So I keep popping prescribed pills
morning and night and pray from here to eternity
that I live one day past hers.

After all isn't it everybody else that dies
and not yourself.