mourning a dead wife

Dig a ditch,

Bury Her.

When She's in the ground

We'll be sure She's dead.

 

A shovel,

A spade.

A shovel,

We need.

A shovel,

Atleast 20.

And we commence.

 

We are dirty,

Rub our chins,

light cigarettes.

"5 minutes"

"But we've already waited" says one.

"5 more" I say.

We wait.

 

Again,

"5 more"

They groan.

 

But one never knows

About the dead,

Or if they are.

 

And if one Wife,

House-dressed,

Dirt on Her mouth,

Would press Herself to me in the night

As I turned over in an empty bed...

 

Or if the dead

Did walk,

Arms erect 

And She saw me

But didn't care,

I might die

On the spot.

Reviews

[Butterflymom]

This was a fun read! I really enjoyed it, and found it to be creative, fresh, and original!