let me not die
lying in my own
excrement
wrapped in an adult diaper
changed
when
it suits the maid
with gloved hands
wrinkling her nose
in disgust
let me not die
with
the ignominy of
having to lie bare
while she wipes me
as she would
glassware
let me die
whilst my nights are still young
in
black
lace lingerie
seductively peeping through
a sheer negligee
in the spotlight of
twin pools
of desire
shining bright
in your eyes
Elizabeth Kuriakose
A deceptively sprightly poem examining an existential dilemma.