“Advance Directives (Eternal Bliss)”

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“Peace out, bro…”

There will come the day,

On this I am resigned,

When anyone who’s known us

Themselves are lost to time

A provocative still from Ingmar Berman’s ruminative and nostalgic “Wild Strawberries” (1957)

It’s the run, alas, of all things

As sand forsakes the stone

The scattering of legacies

In dust that once was bone

Tomb of a once-known soul quietly molders at Mt. Olivet Cemetery in Baltimore, MD

When finally I’m bidden

Forgive me one last crime

Gobsmacking for the mourners

One hopes are passing by

ChatGPT politely declined to include the colossal erection. He looks a lot like the National Car Rental guy!

Who’ll find my coffin lid propped

On a veined, priapic pole

Just then they’ll hear the music

And know they’ve been Rickrolled!

Never, ever, ever… gonna give you up, Rick!

Published by Stephen Futterer

Much of my career in radiology has been spent studying, with great fascination, the internal mechanisms of the human body. This blog is an effort to expand that view to the outside world and also to map my own experiences engaging with it.

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