Bertolt Brecht, from Selected Poems: 1913-1958; “Sentimental Song No. 78,”
While you were all busy having “funerals” and getting cremated I was decomposing in the woods behind a cracker barrel off the highway
Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems; “December 11th,” written c. 1966
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Well that convinced me I DEFINITELY should
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