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:
ich, how can people do this....
I suppose that's what I get for falling for a lawyer. Thanks for commenting! :-)
this piece is wonderful!
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