of natural causes

to the housefly

it’s the kitchen swatter.

to the opossum

it’s the center lane

of route 6 east.

to the horn of the rhinoceros

it’s the Zimbabwe poacher.

to Donald Wachowski

it’s the failure to function

of a previously used iron lung,

which seems to have short circuited 

at the last exhalation in 1951.

pshhhht…whoosh…pshhhht...whoosh and done.

with me, my money’s on Bella Stai-zitto la’Bocca 

swinging a Louisville Slugger

at my noggin as I nap between lines.

I was her man.

I done her wrong.

but I didn’t think it was that wrong.

geesh! what a grouch.

the end.