WELL, IT COULD BE
Yes, I suppose : I could be the dead man you
read about, the one who died singing, or died
hanging out on the high seas, or died in his booth
at the old and dirty sailor's tavern on Fulton. With
the pistol in his mouth, with the notion on his mind
to no longer live at all. Yes, I guess I could be.
But am not. Have chosen instead to go on.