Thinking about death on the way home, I almost got sideswiped by an impatient landscaper in his van, as I composed this short poem.
But then again
Death might resemble
Being put on hold
By customer service
For what seems
Like an eternity
And no less frustrating
Denied the power of
Direct action and complaint
Only through the agency of others
To retain a grasp on
The course of events
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