If I should die before I wake,
The laundry pile overflowing
My unmentionables
Will surely be mentioned
By those who find me lying here
Sleeping naked
With a sheet and books stacked
Waiting to be read
And the curtains open
So that if I had arisen
Instead of died
Someone surely would have seen me
In the daylight
And those who find me dead
Would say it was a great fortune
That I died
Instead of exposing the men outside
To the grotesque form of my naked body.
