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somebody is dressing up for death today,a change of skirt or tie
eating a final feast of buttered slice pan, tea
scarcely having noticed the erection that was his last
shaving his face to marble for the icy layout
spraying with deodorant her coarse armpit grass
someone today is leaving home on business
saluting, terminally, the neighbours who will join the cortege
someone is trimming his nails for the last time, a precious moment
someone’s thighs will not be streaked will elastic in future
someone is putting out milkbottles for a day that will not come
someones fresh breath is about to be taken clean away
someones writing a cheque that will be returned ‘ drawer deceased’
someone is circling posthumous dates on a calendar
someone is listening to an irrelevant weather forecast
someone is making rash promises to friends
someone’s coffin is being sanded, laminated, shined
who feels this morning as well as ever
somebody if asked would find nothing remarkable in today’s date
perfume and goodbyes her final will and testament
somebody today is seeing the world for the last time
as innocently as he had seen it first
There - I told ya that would cheer you
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