Never mind that my last words
were “Bloody hell!”
was not the grand summation
of my time on earth.
Bloody hell was not a message
nor a doomy destination.
Something took me by surprise
(maybe death) and popped my eyes.
Never mind I shucked my super power.
Never mind I spent my final hour
watching Grace and Frankie.
It wasn’t wasted. It wasn’t all
I ever did.
And while I’m on the subject
I would like to think that no one
says, “It’s good that Rachel died
doing what she loved” because
I was dying when I died
and maybe I did love dying
but maybe it was rather trying.
On second thoughts, say
whatever works for you.
You can’t upset me. I’ll be dead
and I won’t know I’m dead because
the brain that could create, contain
and comprehend that fact
This seems frivolous, I know, and yet I’m kind of serious. We all say some strange things at funerals as we try to feel better and make others feel better about this enormous event. And try as I may, and I do, I cannot get my head around the fact that one day “I” won’t be any more. I cannot imagine a world without me in it. Every attempt to do so just mystifies “me” further: the “me” who won’t be here to care.
Please share with others! Poem and photo cc by 2.0 Rachel McAlpine as usual.