A Good Death
(By Walter Beck)
I died a good death
Didn’t I?
I made a statement as nice and clean
As anyone under the guillotine.
I died a good death for you;
So you could sweep up the remains
Before the gold shoulders
Knocked on your door.
I took your honorable mentions
And consolation prizes;
I accepted the half-hearted rumors
Of a good fight on my behalf.
I died a good death for you;
So you could retire in glory
And move your ten-pound pretty boys
Up the line.
I died a good death for you
So you couldn’t the broken strings squeal
On my way out.