There is a fresh hole
on the threshold
of our property,
a perfectly
proper spot
where they
buried me.
Safe distance
from the old quarry,
so my corpse
doesn’t have to worry
about being
disfigured
by the bigger
mess.
What a figure
I make,
flaccid
and undressed
before death.
Nothing there that
would impress
strangers,
other then
the danger
of smelling
my rotting flesh.
So, I am safely stowed
in a small hole
in the property
that I owned
while my killers
ransack my home
in the middle of the night.
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 6:36 AM UTC
There is a fresh hole
on the threshold
of our property,
a perfectly
proper spot
where they
buried me.
Safe distance
from the old quarry,
so my corpse
doesn’t have to worry
about being
disfigured
by the bigger
mess.
What a figure
I make,
flaccid
and undressed
before death.
Nothing there that
would impress
strangers,
other then
the danger
of smelling
my rotting flesh.
So, I am safely stowed
in a small hole
in the property
that I owned
while my killers
ransack my home
in the middle of the night.
