Reaching a mint shower gel stuffed palm
towards my left arm pit
I can hear my eulogy being read.
The voice I’m soon to meet
makes a few jokes about wrestling
and how curly hair looks peculiar
when it first starts receding
and how long sleeves never fit me.
It says nice things about my scrambled egg
and the notebooks I thought I’d hidden
and the crowd relax
into Ramble On by Led Zeppelin.
© Carl Burkitt 2021