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| Just in case |
Been thinking a lot about
My last words. Not that
I’ll need them soon so much
As I’d rather be prepared than
Caught off guard at one of
The important milestones
Of life with nothing to equal
The moment. But who knows
If there’ll be anybody to hear
Them when the time comes?
Wouldn’t that be the perfect
Way to end a life where no one
Ever listened to you anyway?
A building collapses, you’re
Trapped inside twisted
Girders with three others
Who speak only Mandarin.
Even if they live to be saved
But you died, how could
They testify you passionately
and flawlessly recited the whole
Of Milton’s Paradise Lost
Without missing a syllable
So they might have hope?
Or what if, as the plane is
Headed earthward, three of
Four engines ablaze, you
Finally conceive the bridge
Of relativity to quantum
Mechanics, so you think to
Snatch away the iPhone of
The child seated next to you
Who is crying to his nana
That he is scared and doesn't
Want to die. But you’ve got
To record your idea before it’s
Too late. He resists and when
Investigators go through the
Cinders they find the surviving
Device and manage to hear
You screaming hideously,
“Give me the damn phone
Now, you ignorant bastard
Tell nana to croak. I’ve
Got to record this formula
To save all mankind.” In the
Background everyone aboard
Is weeping, praying. When
The child bites your arm
You forget the crucial factor.
Scientists world over are
Fascinated at your approach
But conclude it is no more
Than the gibberish of a man
About to die. The National
Transportation Safety Board
Transportation Safety Board
Identifies you to the media
From your seat next to the
Little lad who was deprived
Of the last few comforting
Words of his nana. That’s
The sort of thing I’d like to
Avoid by having something
Meaningful to say. Rosebud’s
Already taken, Et tu, Brute?’s
Too hifalutin, Oh shit! has
No class. Everything else
Has too long an introduction.
Silence is just too noble and
So unlike me.
c. J.S.Manista, 2016
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