Running Scar

Here lies a grave, a conglomerate headstone without a name. weeds and cobwebs wrapped tight around the heartless edge. Caretaker rides his rusty deer pretending he's a nascar stud waking the dead and stirring mud. He take's his lunch beneath a tree, eating twinkies with green fingertips... For his love he'll steal a wreath, and place it gently on her grave. That bears a scar called, 'long forgotten" A grave he's coined"no name".