In the mortuary

where death is quite acceptable

but not compulsory

I

resist the urge to abrogate responsibility

and learn my lines.




There are times to breathe and not believe and times that both are true

as a rule

I choose one of the two,




the hand of fate would make a date but trust is not his name,

ask him where's his other hand or are

they both one and the same?




..and if I lay down on a slab

they'll say,




dead?, but he looks fab




I have to say that I agree

when I am in

the mortuary.