who knows?
if we timed it right
our death
could be
that winning selfie
nothing too contrived
oh heavens no!
death can be so passé
when left in uncouth hands
let us not belittle ours
with hideous allusions
to the failed attempts
of nondescripts
perishing in decidedly unscripted ways
plummetting unceremoniously
from precarious ledges
by mere heedless step
me oh my…
no, we must be mindful
when we execute the monumental moment
there shall be none
of those awkward bystanders
murdering our perfect shot
with their insipid frivoling
we must devise a protocol
to prevent
would-be interlopers
we certainly wouldn’t
allow ourselves to be caught
dead
unwittingly shooting a short video
in lieu of an actual picture
no no!
we might die
of embarrassment!
it will take some time
of course
for we must duly
study this art of dying
focusing
on symbolism
for that
is where avant-garde
persists
after which
by rule of artistry
we must wholly disregard
for only the tastemakers
can understand
what is the now
nuance
is of the direst importance
fear
should strike
only as an afterthought
when the masses
see this selfie
we want it to be them
they see
the truest mark of flattery
is mimicry
and pray they seek
to follow through
it should be so masterful
that they will be helpless
but to heed its call
and revel its irrefutable glory
every sense
must be aroused
if we are to succeed
such an audience as ours
will likely be as dulled
and senseless
as one would expect
begging us to bear in mind
that they have other sights
yet to see
we must take care
not to falter
yes
let this be the selfie
that launched a hundred thousand homages
i can almost see it now
a swallowed tongue
better yet
a severed one
this calls for
multiple exposures
[image credit: Raquel Stokes]
Wow. This is some poetry! Feel like reading it again and again.
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