You Should Have Died in Central America

You should have died in Central America
From food poisoning or diphtheria-
I imagined it like a movie:
You're in this third world country
Doing something noble
With your humanitarian efforts.
You're digging a well
Or holding a child of a different color
You have a dirty wife beater on
And it's hot...lots of bosom sweat...
I'm thinking of Charlize Theron at this point.
And you just drink some tainted water
Or eat some rotten meat
And you turn violently ill
Like a zombie
(I just wrote zombie in a poem).
You waste away to nothing
And they pull a dirty white sheet
Up and over your face
And you're nothing
But a white silhouette
Absent the rise and fall
Of your sweaty bosom
On the dirt floor
Of a mud hut
Three worlds away.