Letter Home
For thirty years I lived alone,
watching TV cartoons, canned
laughter and sports.
My dead food came
in cartons and cans.
When I died alone, drunk in
the tub, they packed me in a
tuna fish can, Bumble Bee, and
shipped me off to the moon.
The moon's not half bad
and I should last indefinitely
or until someone
opens the can.
Harvey Goldner
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