“Death Becomes Me” by Ernestus Jiminy Chald

Death becomes me like a wimple becomes a nun.
I look good in mortician’s wax,
stretched out in a satin-lined coffin,
my hands crossed upon my chest,
clutching a photograph of her;
my hair combed just so,
my jaw wired shut,
my eyes eternally closed.

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