I hope my death
Comes unannounced.
No calling card or invitation
requesting my presence to eternal rest.
No crisp white sheets
Or lingering death bed speeches
Just raised eyebrows and wide eyes
Mouth open
in mild surprise
I hope my death
Comes unannounced
With no time for second thoughts
Or religious conversion.
Just a gentle blow
A grunt of bemusement,
Loud enough perhaps
To turn heads & note
my untimely passing
I hope my death
comes unannounced
Drifting in
On the quiet evening air
&taking me when I least exp…