You, Sir, Are Morbid

Where you are well into

your sixth decade & you

think often of how you're

going to get it, it being

the absence of being.

Shot? It's America, so

yeah, good guess. Cancer?

You tried that once.

Going all the way with it:

how much pain? Acute

pneumonia: the long drowning.

Heart attack: hurt and horror.

Stroke: same. Dementia--

you're dying but it seems

like someone else is?

You always were morbid,

weren't you? Because

thinking the worst seemed

to help you pretend to 

control things. Ah, that's

it--you'll probably die 

trying to control something.

Which, in the abstract,

is kind of funny. Oh, well,

as a sage of the Sierra Nevada

once said to you, "Kid,

we gotta die of something."

hans ostrom 2020