When I knock on Death's door,
I'll bring a bottle of wine
and I'll be sunburnt and flushed

I'll arrive in a Hot Rod,
engine revving,
dressed in a cloud of exhaust

I'll arrive when the sun is setting
and the air's still thick and hot
and seeping
with summer

and I'll be laughing like
it's the Curtain Call and
I've received a
standing ovation

When I knock on Death's door
I'll rap five times
I'll take a deep breath
I'll rub my love-drunk eyes
and
when the door opens,
I'll be the perfect guest
and thank Death for the
invitation.