The day I’m toted, colorless,
into a white gold beyond,
I’d like to hear a medley
from the best singers I know
– the ones who know how
to turn oak with brass handles
chartreuse – with a well-turned note.
I’d pick the songs before I went;
Get Happy,
I’ve Got Rhythm,
Toot Toot Tootsie, and
Glo Worm.
I’d expect my vocalist friends
to work as much color into those songs
as their lungs would allow.
And I’d expect the pallbearers
to dance holes in the floor.
Just don’t let them drop me.

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