First Class Poem by Shirley Harrison
First Class
When the dead come knocking
I'm gonna let them in
they will dine
and
they will drink with me
whiskey from a tin
and when the night is over
I'll gracefully take my time
to say goodbye
to loved-ones
before I take my flight.
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