Mine was a Wednesday death
One afternoon
at approximately three-fifteen
I gave up and died
and nobody cried
Mine was a bloodless death
Not grim
Not gory
More like
Ali Macgraw's new enzyme
detergent demise in "love story"
Neat and tidy
unlike Christ's on Friday
Friends were fooled
by the fact
I still breathed
And I spoke
And I smiled
And I lied
in my handy dandy
imitation life disguise kit
I sent away for it
The styrofoam face
fits so neatly in place
with the pre-recorded voice
of your choice
and it almost sounds read
it's a guaranteed deal
And you don't feel a thing
And you can teach it to sing
And all your friends
Are deceived
And nobody grieves
Mine was a Wednesday death
One afternoon
at approximately three-fifteen
I was quietly
laid to rest
And nobody guessed
A handy disposable heart
marks time in a plastic breast
And so it goes
And nobody knows
I am
non
bio-degradable.
