06-13-2017, 03:56 AM
The Jinni asks: how do you wish
to die? It's the gift of choice and knowledge,
release from the thickening suspense.
Do you want to die quick
like the lightning-crack of dynamite
or asteroid impact?
Do you want your body to remain
intact in hope of resurrection—
maybe heart attack or Anthrax?
Do you want the fame you didn't have
in life, a death for the Guinness books
and a story gone viral?
Do you want your death to dress
your story in white, bookends of goodness,
cloaking your putrid life
in fragrant funeral sheets?
The Jinni can grant you absolution:
save a Hybrid full of babies
from a Humvee full of pedophiles
with twisted, pointy mustaches
slicked slimy with trans-fatty fry grease.
The Jinni is an ifrit—
it can make things happen.
Some people choose to simply
fall asleep;
they take a breath,
then exhale.
Most fall into silence, hoping
that the Jinni is the one who decides
whether dying must always result in death.
to die? It's the gift of choice and knowledge,
release from the thickening suspense.
Do you want to die quick
like the lightning-crack of dynamite
or asteroid impact?
Do you want your body to remain
intact in hope of resurrection—
maybe heart attack or Anthrax?
Do you want the fame you didn't have
in life, a death for the Guinness books
and a story gone viral?
Do you want your death to dress
your story in white, bookends of goodness,
cloaking your putrid life
in fragrant funeral sheets?
The Jinni can grant you absolution:
save a Hybrid full of babies
from a Humvee full of pedophiles
with twisted, pointy mustaches
slicked slimy with trans-fatty fry grease.
The Jinni is an ifrit—
it can make things happen.
Some people choose to simply
fall asleep;
they take a breath,
then exhale.
Most fall into silence, hoping
that the Jinni is the one who decides
whether dying must always result in death.