Your last class, dear teacher,
was ‘How to Die.’
You learned by doing.
We learned by observation.
Some die by accident.
Some die on purpose, in bed.
poem & pic by rachel mcalpine cc-by-2.0
Your last class, dear teacher,
was ‘How to Die.’
You learned by doing.
We learned by observation.
Some die by accident.
Some die on purpose, in bed.
poem & pic by rachel mcalpine cc-by-2.0
Watch the wagging finger
dazzle a diamante
and turn upon its owner.
photo and poem by Rachel McAlpine