EULOGY FOR A TUXEDO

Bury my tux
beneath the blue sky above
on the side of a hill
on the prairie I love

Dry cleaners won't touch
the jacket I wore
my lapels are all rotten
they can serve me no more

Put a crease in the sleeve
brush the lint one last time
find a decent suit box
but leave the trousers, they're fine!

James DeFord
1995

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