The body decomposes before it’s in the ground,
The wounds that once dripped blood now seep with pus.
The ground falls as the grave is dug,
The grass that once flourished green is now but a mound of dirt.
The night sky becomes as the corpse is tossed in the ditch,
The heart that once beat proud and strong is now just a stone.
The hand the works to refill the ground becomes,
The shovel that once lay dormant is thrown back into use.
I creep from the seed I planted,
The ground that once lay undisturbed shall now bloom with lilies.
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