Poem: Dead on Arrival

By:  Mary Bone

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The toe tag read, ”D.O.A”
I was put on ice
Somewhat resembling bologna.
I couldn’t believe I was in a morgue.
I could feel a pulse and a heartbeat.
Scenes from my life
Floated by and I
Knew my body would
End up here naked as a Blue Jay someday.
I didn’t want to be a Jane Doe, not this soon.
My mind continued to live on as if I were in
A fog or a dream.
I only wanted a small group to come by
And say their goodbyes at graveside,
With a couple of bible verses read and
One gospel song.
Don’t worry about sending flowers
They would just wilt
And take their aroma with them.

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