Do Not Want Mourners
The frosty men of Company mine two thousand and sixty-three
Were way ahead in futuristic thinking than the likes of me.
They decided to disguise themselves in photos on the wall.
I remember seeing the first one in 1985, a gentle fall.
They were wearing frog heads, formed out of paper Mache’
It made them look debonair, fanciful, and particularly fey.
In the tradition they took like-minded shots in ninety-two.
They wore giraffe heads for this photo, one was painted blue.
Why do they always hide themselves in their photos Uncle Will said.
They do not want people to mourn them or be sad when they’re dead.
They want their survivors to smile and say “Look at that!”
Which is why this year we have photos shopped on each face a cat.
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