Life in reverse
Not quite as fun
Unless you are losing a boxing match
Or getting a haircut in the winter
When a celebrity dies
They envy the poet
What is clenched in life
Has no real claws in the after
Then there is the train
That mundane delivery
Making mice of men
And mountains of mice
Perhaps in five billion
Things will reach the top and start sliding backwards
Making babies of us all
Once, twice -- however long it takes to unwind or rev up again
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