The nonexistent deathbed provides the old lady her wit
Rolling around inside the crowds tongue
Nothing to see, as if the blue dead woman's little arm were in a rescue vehicle
A site of common
"Mary, Mother of God," she gasps
She was an actress
Famed for her talent was she
Released to a mortuary, a burial plot, a souvenir
Anyone's corpse in a movie can take the prize
Our decision, and yet probably not, that the girl
Twice die in her car
A celebrity drawn to hell
Flailing arms and legs, to go on for a while
Solemn tears and yet equally unrelieved
Thank you, Mary, Mother of God