in my burial ground
a hand found underneath
grasps fast around my throat
stealing pulse points and oxygen
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Jemima says I have proof
photography of the mess left
when, post death, I left
leaving bruised fingers behind
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now the dust settles in corners
even though my tomb is sealed
no one thinks to bring a vacuum cleaner
they just lament and beat their breasts
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listen as he is sentenced to death
I have no wish to share my resting place
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Copyright September 2020
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