Corpse Avoidance - Poem
Some time ago I took on the role, burying the dead and scattering the bones. It never dawned on me that I might come unstuck, or that these tools in hand would leave me here. We buried another baby. Second one this week. Fuck. Give me the bottle, a lunchtime drink. It’s worth it for the sorrow, it can drown with the fizz. Tipsy digging holes, it makes it seem so childish. The laughing and the smiling in the most sinister of worlds. Christ. I wish I left that last pint, It went straight through my head. I can’t see straight on the drive back, judgement from the waiting dead. Shit. I feel the smoke hitting me, the moving scenes and shaking woods. Trees drifting sideways, a river of wonderful mess. It would take an inhale and a puff to choke my chest. Don’t worry about the afternoon. We've got all tomorrow to dig. Exhale with me you dead folk. Drink and smoke again.