I doubt I will be eaten by a Great White
I do not live in South Africa or Australia
and the two great water bodies just down the road
the North Sea and the Atlantic Ocean are too cold here for that kind of shark.
I doubt I will die of thirst, or from hunger.
No wife will have me killed for the insurance money.
I will not be killed in a failed space mission, or crash a plane into a mountain.
No, my death will be quite ordinary, run of the mill, nothing to write a poem about.