Mine was a Wednesday death   One afternoon   at approximately three-fifteen   I gave up and died   and nobody cried      Mine was a bloodless death   Not grim   Not gory   More like   Ali Macgraw’s new enzyme   detergent demise in “love story”   Neat and tidy   unlike Christ’s on Friday      Friends were fooled   by the fact   I still breathed   And I spoke   And I smiled   And I lied   in my handy dandy   imitation life disguise kit   I sent away for it   The styrofoam face   fits so neatly in place   with the pre-recorded voice   of your choice   and it almost sounds read   it’s a guaranteed deal   And you don’t feel a thing   And you can teach it to sing   And all your friends   Are deceived   And nobody grieves      Mine was a Wednesday death   One afternoon   at approximately three-fifteen   I was quietly   laid to rest   And nobody guessed      A handy disposable heart   marks time in a plastic breast   And so it goes   And nobody knows   I am   non   bio-degradable.