ODE TO A GOOD FRIEND

There is a plot outside my back door
It stands about four foot by eight
A friend of mine that is here no more
A marker simply reads ST

Vine are starting to cover the ground
And thought I try, weeds start to grow
My morbid curiosity, what going on down there
Are there worms wondering in and out? I don’t know

I can’t wait until the vines are dead in the late fall
For then a strange ritual will takes place
With a spade in my hand, I will dig him up just for fun
Clean him up, throw him in the oven for sweet tatter pie.

---RJ

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lol. you devil!