I can’t think of anything worse to find on a gravestone

than the words, born, died, and nothing in between,

save two dates and the inscription dearly departed…

…is that truly all that is left behind once life leaves

the departed behind.

If I stand before my gravestone now, a mean feat and fate indeed

as I would like to think I would go out fighting a bear somewhere

in the Canadian outback, armed only with a blunt potato peeler,

an old yellowed and damp from the abundance of snow that