Underground by April Broeckx

Thy hand lay white and cold beneath the soil

Sharing it with the others

You were once alive and rich with oil

They are now your only brothers

Smothering yourself in dispare

Slowly your body is no more

For this there is no repair

You wish, you wish to be on that shore

Lying warm under the sun

Smelling all the salty air

Oh, how that would be fun

And after all of this, who would care?

Slowly, slowly, you are laid to rest

Underneath your family crest.

 

-April Broeckx

Author's Note

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