"Blastoff !..to Pluto and the Moon"!

so, it’s not my intent to dwell upon my demise
regardless of how imperative the subject may be, but ––

I've recently penciled-in preferences to finalize the end of my time.

also preferred: the remnant ash to remain inside the retort.

now they tell me they don’t allow nesters;

something to do with adverse mingling with the residue

of others of my eternal kind.

O, ye mongrel ash!

a fast Epilogue:

at the cookout jamboree,

it’s preferred that the dead among the once-loved
not be extended invitations for cause, nor introduced by name.

It’s true, there might be room for them in the endless eulogies, but ––

I doubt there's room enough to accommodate the once-loved-once-lived
across the backyard plains of the here-and-now.


this poem's snazzy title came to me by way of "Captain Video" and
"Video Ranger Third-Class", Edward Lillywhite "Ed" Norton.