Six Feet Above

Today the earth is pleasant 
Last night, I slept with the half-moon 
Looking down to a wary peasant 
Working so to grab a spoon 

Today the earth is spherical 
Tomorrow, I'd be buried six feet above 
It's a nasty place, but not cynical 
We always pray to the one above 

Forever, the earth is generous
To contain the living amongst the dead 
Killing for a plot is dangerous 
We only get six feet, when we windup dead.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Vinson Avatar
December 5, 2016 at 4:53 AM
7. Emenaha, so good! You had me at "half-moon." : )
Vinson Avatar
December 5, 2016 at 4:53 AM
7. Emenaha, so good! You had me at "half-moon." : )
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