This pill mitigates that pill’s dire effect—
How’s that for modern medicine? The pills,
Of course, will kill me finally. The skills
Prolonging pain-laced life cannot project
Immortality. This death I expect,
However dark, neither frightens nor chills.
And quiet black (without sinister thrills!)
Looms an ironically bright prospect.
And yet I cannot simply make my peace.
I worry. Will my wife maintain the car?
Change the oil? Figure out the VCR
And learn to use ubiquitous CDs?
Mostly, I yearn, before my closing date,
To know who wins election night ’08!
(4/30/07)