Dig a hole
In the yard
In a field
By the creek
Does not matter
Anywhere you please
But not too shallow
Yet not too far down
Standard rule
About six feet deep
Then throw me in
Cover me up
Oh and don’t be cheap
Please use a casket
Pack the ground
Stomp it down
Toss on some rocks
Stick in a cross
Mumble some words
Bla bla bla…mercy upon my soul
Doesn’t really matter what is said
Because this life is done
My time has passed
I have moved on
So do what you want
Say what you will
Either way I’m dead…
Deep in the ground…
And I can’t hear you…
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This was fun!
I’ve read a few poems about this subject. Most of them are Okay. Quite a few are … well … not so good. This one is more than okay. Its abruptness, coupled with its pace, makes it a compelling read. I liked it from start to finish.