There was no blood on the sheets in which he wrapped her body <br />No sign of a struggle or forced entry to ever condemn him <br />She had been dead when he married her <br />But until she ripened he never could bring himself to let her go <br />Because a good woman is hard to find <br />And she'd never given him one moment of grief <br />Until now... <br /> <br /> <br />(2007)<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/necro-management/
