What was it like
to be so afraid of death
that every box needed a bag
within a bag
within a bag
bundled together within more bags
What was it like
to be so afraid of death
that you gave
every last penny
for that burgundy town and country
just to have a home
What was it like
to be so afraid of death
that you just couldn’t live without
bibles and sabbaths
lysol wipes and vivas
diapers and sandwich bags
And what advice would you give your Son
now that your sight
is restored
and your mansion
secured
and you no longer fear death?
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