Unearthed the Dead
Bloody mess,
torn dress,
fermentation did the rest,
camera’s flashing, mind’s crashing,
as worries were finally put to rest,
as the missing child was found,
with a shovel through her chest,
and half buried in the ground.
One cop vomited as he grabbed her arm,
which was two feet away from the body,
and in his head rang the insanity alarm,
another cop’s face disfigured by dread,
as they completely unearthed the dead.
Copyright © Frank F. Atanacio | Year Posted 2009
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