THE MAN WHO WAS SING-SING

     When it came to him suddenly
     that he was the largest prison 
     in the universe, with tiny convicts
     incarcerated in the cytoplasm
     of his myriad cellslike eggs in aspic,
     his thoughts became suicidal.

     How could he justify paying
     room and board for all the galaxy's
     miscreants? A staunch proponent
     of capital punishment,
     he quietly arranged their execution
     by committing suicide.

     He had to be careful, lest
     the little buggers escape
     in a bowel movement, or spring
     themselves from his rotting carcass
     to infiltrate the water table
     and savage the ecosystem.

     So he flung himself into a vat
     of fuming nitric and hydrofluoric acid,
     where everything - flesh, hair,
     bones and implants - was dissolved 
     without a trace. Even the tiny license
     plates that spelled out God's intentions.

     - Keith Allen Daniels

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