On Dying in a Chinese Restaurant
(Raven hopping in the parking lot,
waiting patiently, pulling
flesh from tar to pass the time)
"Soon you will be sitting on
Top of the World" the
fortune cookie read last week, sneering
at his scuffed shoes and
silk tie. And
now the Waiter coughs.
© 2006 Sorn Skald
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