The Fun of the Morbid Man

You might have to die
when slicing chicken for her,
you never know

You might die
when listening to her
describe her day

It would be better now
Then when you are forty three
And accused of domestic violence

Because to die is poetic, they say

Especially when you hope
to rise completely satisfied
with listening
with being
with enjoying
with the delight of dying
again and again
to live in harmony