Thursday, November 26, 2009

grave robber

He stands in the shadows,
black suit and tie
prying open
our dark moldy coffin
Why? I cry,
helpless to stop him,
as each rusty nail
falls to the ground
without a sound
wood splinters and
I can only observe
heartbeat unsteady
this grave robber
back for more
whose stolen too much
already.

(P.S. - Rusty nails are dangerous. I hope you get tetanus.)

3 comments:

Shadow said...

ich, how can people do this....

Athena said...

I suppose that's what I get for falling for a lawyer. Thanks for commenting! :-)

xyz. said...

this piece is wonderful!