Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Decomposure

In my dreams,
We must dig her up,
To rebury her.
In my dreams,
They won't let me help.
Pallbearer, get away!
I am not wanted.
In my dreams, they relent.
I stand at the foot of the casket,
Wheeling it
To the cemetery.
The entire time,
Watching my gramma rapidly decay.

7-19-11


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