Mine was a Wednesday deathnOne afternoonnat approximately three-fifteennI gave up and diednand nobody criednnMine was a bloodless deathnNot grimnNot gorynMore likenAli Macgraw’s new enzymendetergent demise in “love story”nNeat and tidynunlike Christ’s on FridaynnFriends were foolednby the factnI still breathednAnd I spokenAnd I smilednAnd I liednin my handy dandynimitation life disguise kitnI sent away for itnThe styrofoam facenfits so neatly in placenwith the pre-recorded voicenof your choicenand it almost sounds readnit’s a guaranteed dealnAnd you don’t feel a thingnAnd you can teach it to singnAnd all your friendsnAre deceivednAnd nobody grievesnnMine was a Wednesday deathnOne afternoonnat approximately three-fifteennI was quietlynlaid to restnAnd nobody guessednnA handy disposable heartnmarks time in a plastic breastnAnd so it goesnAnd nobody knowsnI amnnonnbio-degradable.