EULOGY INSTRUCTIONS
Try to fit my eulogy on the backside of St. Jude’s holy card.
Tell them I worked insincerely, though often impossibly hard.
Talk a little about my wealth, made by trading old books
for hope and youth.
If the lion was unhappy, that was not my fault.
I barely knew the lion.
See if anyone applauds the story how I pissed off God.
He had me in a strangle hold
And yet, I kept my soul.
Inspire the mourners, get up off your asses, that sort of
thing, let’s make some noise.
Hold up high my Runner-Up trophies.
Belt out the song “Everything’s Coming Up Roses.”
Make everybody sing along.
Close with this memoriam:
When you see a moth berserk against a candle flame,
It’s just my specter spinning.
It’s the unheard thunder of a new beginning.
It’s desire trying to catch fire.
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