the reaper will
make a cake of yr body
one day
a happy 'deathday' cake
he'll squeeze some feces
from a colostomy bag
like a baker
& write yr name on
yr chest in cursive
maybe create a little
tombstone next to it
HAPPY DEATHDAY ________!!
it'ill say in oozing brown icing
& then he'll jab a lit cigar
into your navel
where the umbilical once
was rooted
& the gray folds of ash
will glow & grow
then he'll whisper-sing
into yr ear:
happy deathday to you
happy deathday to you
happy deathday dear ______
happy deathday to you
& the worms will sing along
as they bang the butts of their forks
hungry for dessert
& you'll get one wish
before you blow out the cigar
& what might that be?
then the reaper will take
his sickle
& divide you up
as the worms line up
w/their little empty plates
& they'll come back for seconds
of course
& somewhere yr wish will drop
through space like a falling star....