Death Delivered Reluctantly
If people would just behave
More courteously
Have aneurysms or heart attacks
Save me the sweat that needs be
Spent using hatchets or cutlery
It's not as if they'd be immortal
If they'd never encountered me
Or others of my kind who only wish
To free their souls from gross bodies
Of meat and gristle that'll only turn
To mould and worse, food for worms
When wouldn't they rather be recalled
By those who loved them while
They were vital and walked the Earth in
Search of beauty and of all
That life is worth...?
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