The Old Willow

Six feet under the old willow Worms and maggots eat away At our love, or was it hate I can't really say On his flesh dancing demons dine Under that old willow Dust and bone blowing away All our love, or was it hate I can't really say Lay a rose That will soon wilt away Escape in my grotesque prose While you rot away Six feet under the old willow Nothing more shall grow