B: Xiiii: Last Thoughts Ordered Poem by Douglas Scotney

Regular glimpses of truth
Provided by vocation
Kept regret at bay.

I neglected funeral arrangements.

No no-man's-land exists
In my line of work,
Sudden death's a hazard.

I have one last poem to glimpse.

I am being taken
At approximately the same age
At which pleasure-seekers
Should be taken
If long regret
And its vocation of tomb arrangement,
Instead of changed vocation,
Is not to set in.

Pity not overly:
That age is not as early
As it used to be.

One day they all too
May keep regret at bay,
Taken...suddenly...late.

Entombed conservatively.