going old school

I haven't heard
from mary in Miami.
she's ninety five, or will be,
or was.

I didn't get the card this year.
the Christmas,
the birthday card.

the new years call.
she was going
blind, so maybe that's why.

or the cancer final got her,
or she tripped
and fell.

or, or or.
there's a thousand ways to die.
some new.

some old.

i'm not fond of the new ways.
give me the old way
of dying every time.

I hope she went out old school,
i'll dial
her up

later, maybe i'm assuming things
too soon.