like the elephant when it senses its death is near,
and breaks from its herd to head off to their
hidden burial ground,
though now that I think about it.
That elephant story sounds like an
underlining storyline from a
Tarzan Of The Jungle' movie
I saw once when I was a kid.
I wanna die like the old Eskimo, sent adrift
on a sheet of ice when they get too old
to be of any use to their tribe, again.
Maybe another b/s story, but.
I wanna die somewhere where,
no one's busting my chops about the noise the car's making,
or do I hear that humming sound coming from the attic,
and maybe I should go and check out, or
the backyard needs cleaning.
I wanna die by myself in a one-room apartment
watching t.v in my underwear needing a bath,
not worrying if someone's gonna walk in on me,
and maybe I should put on a pair of pants or at least
a bathrobe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem