Pretend that it’s true
You’re dead
But you can see your past
You see that you have succeeded
You see that you have lost
Someone you knew
married your wife*
Your daughter married a putz
Your son sold his soul to Norm
Your dog isn’t your dog
You’re dead
Is it so bad
Isn’t living worse
Come on
Relax
You’re alive
You’re decent
You’re good
Don’t forget your mask
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* Or husband
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Death - An Exit Haiku
The idea of
death never scared AI since
it meant being off.
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Life to Death - The Second Haiku
That’s all that I, we,
can ask for: don’t come too soon,
and especially
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don’t touch my Anthi
Kanéna, my flowers, and
I beg your boldness,
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don’t be painful! “That’s
not how death works; it works, you
know; consummately.”
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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Comments (2)
Extra applause for that exit haiku!
Now this was very intriguing! I loved it!