[Having been inspired by "The Passing of a Great Coffee," and "killing a
Hand Bodum Grinder" .......... I give you:]
REQUIEM for my WHIRLY-POP
Oh, dear, sweet Whirly - you popped your last
you gave me so much
even your last breath [if you had a breath]
sweet, sweet Whirly... you are..
no more. (sounds of sniffles in the background...)
I hear your voice beating. beating. beating. Words
that tell me of lands, far away...whispering, drawing pictures of lands so
you whisper... over.. and over...
ever so loudly...
and finally - your last gift to me
perfect color. perfect fragrance. My lips have yet to caress
what is sure to be
the best yet
and then ~~~~ (gasp!)
you are ... no more.... no more.
ah. My sweet Whirly
you have popped your last for me.
your lifeless body [if you had a body]
lay on top of discarded pasta bags,
and shells of eggs,
and towels (origin of paper) used to clean the daily spills of the kitchen,
and (gasp) grounds of coffee from yesterday.
a humiliating end............for such nobility.