The Night they buried Me
Was a cold and pitiful day
I watched them dig and till
Until the sun erased away
They took what was my tomb
And threw me less than gently
Into that foreboding hole
And the grave that did await me
I would have laughed in their face
Had I not been deceased
The degrading way they handled me
Was a crime to amuse the police
The funeral was a pathetic sight
Not a soul did attend the service
Those cowardly galls of greed
They will all be punished for this
My sullen sorrowful soul of sadness
Wept in the putrid decay
The Night they buried Me
Was a tragic excuse for a day
DU LIEST GERADE
Epiphany [duo] | √
PoesieThis is the second installment of the Epiphany poetry collection, in continuation of Epiphany [unum].