Anti-Elegy

If you died of loneliness,

would anyone guess?

A robo-call come evening
that nobody heard ringing;

a sad tree toppled
in the forest unpeopled.

Later, a neighbor,
disgusted by the odor,

might drop by unannounced.
Not knowing you’re dead,

he'd stand at your door knocking
loudly & shouting,

“I know you’re there!”  The dummy.
But at least it’s company.