If dying is to consider as an art

which school should be preferred?

Stolidly ballooned out by Botero,

suffering from a cruel Dali distortion

or Picassoed weeping in a bouillon cube?

 

An erotic  marshmallowish Saska

smiling naked from dark furry folds?

A plain Stanley village housewife

in cardigan, blouse and tweed skirt?

 

Brilliantly dissolved Baconlike

(but frightening at the funeral).

Rosily, floridly fair by Pierre Auguste

or poised on dusty pastel points by Edgar?

 

 

Elegantly swan-necked in chrome

and yellow ochre by 'Maudit'?

A socialite in chiffon froth or golden patchwork

à la Gustav, or by Egon with all revealed?

 

With flowing locks like Simonetta,

in gentle reassuring wildflower meadow,

no frantic poppies here appearing.

I'd opt for Sandro my last day

or for that matter, any day.