watching specials on dying
on the television
piqued my interest, rattled my brain
until I am now obsessed with how I will go
as in, will I leave something behind
will people want to know me
or will i be a fading whisper in the hall of time

the story of edgar allan poe
was what got me thinking
because he was obsessed with dying
and all those pretty little things
associated with the darker side of life
because he died mysteriously, you know
and even modern science couldn't piece together why
but the last thing on the show
was about some shady visitor
who stops by Mr. Poe's grave
once a year presenting gifts
(on his birthday, imagine that)
of flowers and brandy.

Will you visit me when I'm gone?

© J. Bernhard

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