I disagree with the more famous Albert Hammond; I would prefer a freeway crash over a long sick-bed.
Du Perron wrote (part of some forgotten Dutch poem):Because suicide, Lord, is difficult, does not always want to succeed,
Cleopatra and the adder were both strong,
the poison of Mithradates made him vomit anxiously,
a slave with a good sword completed the work.
A suicide is assured until the choice of the weapon.
Death is more friendly, perhaps, in the accidents
who grieve the good citizen daily:
the motorcyclist who broke into pieces,
the driver by two locomotives
crushed because he was just napping.
The bricklayer who fell from the ladder,
whose head struck the boulders into an omelet,
and the worker pulled into a machine,
who, before they had stopped one wheel,
had been ejected again as a careless mince.
The little girls who shot through the ice
whose cry of death froze into a stream of stream
and whose corpses no one dived to,
the child from the slum that carelessly
with boiling water, over and over again.
Certainly, death is more friendly to the poor people,
they die more easily, are more familiar with him.
He gives them smiles, winks and tips,
the fear of what is often seen diminishes.
Death seems almost a goal for those who work themselves dead.
Death is the companion of the long winter months,
dutifully, like them, for the poor on the land.
They calmly carry on, they scatter new seeds,
and calm, like a wildflower by a child's hand,
he plucks a toiler away from the plowed earth.
The drunken vagabond, laughing while drooling,
and drooling and laughing under a full train,
the blind beggar, too old to die,
who breaks his neck without pain on a heroic night,
it is worth not looking at such a death.
The really hard death descends into feather beds,
and is long and heavy against a soft chest,
and kiss a soft mouth to stop it,
and squeezes a soft throat that becomes tight and glowing,
and listens to the heart that continues to resist.
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"If you just follow the bacon Eddy, wherever it leads you, then you won't have to think about politics." -- Some Bell.