Not Ready To Die Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

Not Ready To Die



but thought of a marble stele
for my in memoriam blurb.
How about,
Wish you were here

or Wish we had met before
or The perspective from here
is so foreshortened
I don't mind seeing

only your underskirts
but let's forget the last one.
It's much too long
and expensive to engrave.

Then I think how come
my sense of humor
has always been late
and underhanded.

Monday, October 12, 2015
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