Durham, etc. Blues [pt. 15] (bleak awakenings)
15
Picked up today’s paper, read bout some guy
Struggling on his last legs, ready to die
Was given a dead man’s heart
Was granted a fresh restart
Blessed with a second life
He acquired the dead man’s wife
Masqueraded for a dozen years or so
An eerie replacement for a widow
But
to be transplanted to ‘nother world
its burdens inevitably unfurled
rapidly he’d deteriorate
to the same sorry state
tethered to her first husband’s
grim and rapid fate…
A self-inflicted
shotgun blast
to the head
Just then my hangover delivered me a headache…
