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	View this writing in the Chris Butler 04/13/10 chapbook The War of Art.

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Only Publish This Poem When I’m Dead

Chris Butler

When I imagine
that I’ve died,
I know exactly
what will be of me,

but what of death
can one envision?

Dark
dirt/
digging
worms,
and the endless mumblings
of lawnmowers over my ceiling
or the moaning of Sunday morning’s
mourning,

or the hiss of piss against the wind,
left to sit adrift
as a buoy in an ocean of whale carcasses
and swimmers’ urine,

but I wish that you just don’t burn
my paper skin.

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