You bring the casket and I'll
bring the corpse. Wear black
and arrive drunk on love.
We'll drive a Hearse to the
graveyard and howl at a full
moon until the 6 foot hole
demands its sacrifice. We put
her in easy and sprinkle dirt
with a prayer and send her away.
We finally buried the past.
Ghosts can linger too long and keep you from moving on into a new life. Bury the past.