Epitaph

The end of hand luggage as we know it?
I’ll put off renewing my passport,
I’m sure I can’t put a book in my pocket and
Buy water on the plane. Get off the front page.
I’m not surprised by violence,
I’m not surprised by misguided faith
But misguided taste?
That’s the page I read twice.
Blow me to pieces, blow yourself to pieces
If that will guarantee your place
In a heaven
But don’t hang yourself.
Please don’t hang yourself.
Please don’t hang yourself over early bedtime.
Please don’t hang yourself over bad television.
Please don’t hang yourself at age eleven.

by D. Diedrich

Copyright August 2006