The Last Page
If you read this page first, it was selfdefeating. Turn off your computer and go fishing.
However when the end will finally arrive, I have my choices. Based on cost and expediency, I prefer cremation, because I hate to make funeral parlors rich, expressed in poetic form below.
A coffin is a disgusting place
But a flame of gas is an embracing space
The disgusting place reeks of primal technique
But the embracing space has a smell that's unique
Cemeteries are obsolete
Not Sci-Fi
(A short poem about technology)
- The speed of a shot we already forgot
- The speed of sound was coming around
- The speed of a rocket made a horrible racket
- The speed of light is a frightening sight
