Emulation Poem Inspired by Carol Ann Duffy’s “If I Was Dead”

If I was dead

My shoulders limp and cold

Like loaves of bread

Left outside to mold
Or buried,

Six feet under this soil

I would tuck myself in

And try not to spoil
If I was dead, 

Whether I slept or I bled

I would still wish for life

Or to live my life twice
I wouldn’t wish anyone to their deathbed

Because I would be empty,
If I was dead