I may go quietly from this world-
Swiftly, without protest
Or I may rage and burn
Like we think we should
I may become someone before it’s done
Someone whom the world loves and somehow isolates with that love
Maybe be remembered by that love
Or I could be taken out like a spider in a bathtub
Drowned unceremoniously
By something much larger than me
And be forgotten by the time the water heats
And hits the porcelain