The Name on the Card

If I don’t reach you

on my last day

before the grave,

you can protest here.

Nothing’s imminent.

Don’t blot mascara

with the blank

page.

I’m not the grandparent

offering water

at the border.

No aluminum blanket.

Your calls will be answered,

by Chet Baker,

in the order they are

perceived.

After the birthday

the death day

gets a turn

at the wheel.

Maybe future morbidity

is just a weather

report from

the ICE age.

I wish, and wish again

the meek inherited

some sort of love

the proud overlooked.

Will SchmitComment