Carl Koontz 1892-1915

Carl Koontz 1892-1915 Mister Gregg was standing atop my grounded skull, And so was Mister White, And the reticent county coroner. And inexplicably, They directed two men in blue overalls To dig up my decomposed body that day. I must say, the sounds of those slicing shovels, Upending the dirt of my final destination, Here in Mt. Olive Cemetery Was most disheartening, to say the least. But bigger and better digs Were in store for me, Up at Whittier Heights Cemetery. “Easy fellas, easy,” I said silently, “Easy now, as you lift me out!” And “heave-ho” I heard the men say, As they hoisted me up upon The four-wheeled wagon, With two sturdy horses up front Looking back dubiously. And together, with my one ton marble tombstone, I and my lilly white sarcophagus Travelled to the Heights, Whittier’s new and spacious boneyard, Festooned with wild roses. Though it is impossible to die permanently twice, I have discovered in death, That it is possible to be buried a brace of times! “Heave-Ho” I heard the men say!