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Requiem for the Grandiose

Written by Susan Noyes Anderson on . Posted in General-Literary Poems

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©1997 Susan Noyes Anderson, The Comstock Review

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The day you killed me, I thought––What a drag––
and started making funeral arrangements.
I’d deal with all the requisite estrangements.
If dying was the task, then I’d die fine.
“A wooden casket?” No, I’d take the steel.
They rust? All right, then make mine copper, please.
“Impervious,” they crowed. That worked for me.
Off-white, of course, with roses at the crown.
Let it be said, “She always stopped to smell them.”
The eulogy? (Could this have been poor taste?)
Who better to deliver it than me?
Though dead, I eulogized myself so well,
that people barely noticed I was gone;
though later some were sorry to conclude
t
hat I had failed––sometimes they felt the loss.

And resurrection did exceed my grasp.

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Susan Noyes Anderson

Susan Noyes Anderson is the author of At the End of Your Rope, There’s Hope, Deseret Book, ©1997; Awaken Your Spiritual Power: The Fairy Godmother Isn’t Coming!, Karisma Press, ©1999; and His Children (poetry only, photos are by Anita Schiller), Vantage Point Press, ©2003.

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