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Unable to die I’ve become

invisible.  No one listens,

no one sees.  I could shout,

but all those echoes only make

my hearing aids buzz.

I could pontificate, but what’s

the use?  No one believes.

And if I should die and come back,

none of my friends would be left.

to answer the phone.

Buenos dias.  Adios.  What more needs

to be said?  Since no one listens

and I can’t die, I might just as well go

back to dreams and pull the covers

up over my head.

                              —Donnell Hunter

                                       11 January 2012