Chilling in a plastic freezer bag,
Waiting for the ground to thaw,
Attempted words of comfort,
"It's like he's sleeping,"
No, he's not. He most definately is not.
Don't tell me he's ******* sleeping.
Three months in our freezer,
So we could bury him in the spring?
In a shovel-dug hole, among the worms,
Covered in those stupid floral flowers?
Frozen stiff from death, and from cold...
Don't even bother with your lies,
He's not ******* sleeping.