Down Hill

the fewtch

When I have been

dead for 200 years

and all my meat

has cleaved from the bones

Dig me

up and put me in

a sled at the top

of a hill wriggling

with life

Push me down

so the wind moves

through the holes

that used to be

my eyes and the hollows

where hung once all

my meat.

No one will be scared

It's no different

And it will be nice

for my bones to

know light

after being covered

in dirt and sitting

for 200 years.

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

This was so clever. Loved the sense elicited. I can almost feel the wind whistling through your bones:) Fantastic work:)

[B. C. Carlson]

I'm still reading your stuff, but this is my favorite poem of yours so far... I am really curious as to the meaning of these two lines: "no one will be scared. It's no different."

[Robert Trakofler]

Ha Ha.... do it!!! I wish i could stick around to do it for you!!! I always thought it would be cool to get my head scanned and then 3d printed so i could have it next my writing desk not quite the same as your idea but i doubt i will hang around long enough to see my bones slid down a hill!

[Coyote Poetry]

Would be a site to see. Bones rolling down a hill. I would enjoy. A wonderful tale written. Thank you for sharing the entertaining poetry.
Coyote

[alanwgraham]

I like it! Quite macabre and I'm prone to nightmares. Is it written into your Will?
Enjoy the ride!
Alan

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think this is a great idea...a Tales from the Crypt sleigh ride...
i hate the idea of being buried, really scares me...will do the cremation thing...wonder if the ashes could ride along.

j.