did I

or did I not

bury that body out the back

my little trowel I found today

hidden in the compost heap

somewhere in this fog of mind

I see myself on hands and knees

digging underneath the trees




my husband he has gone away

he went to see his mother

I’m not sure if he’s coming back

he says I tend to smother


even though it’s hot outside

and it’s a total fire ban day

I dig a moat quite nice and wide

so that my bonfire will not stray



Copyright August 2014


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