She carefully arranged the <br />last remains of <br />her poetic ambitions <br />while he helped to drive <br />the last nail into the coffin <br />with his sharp tongue <br />drill bit <br />No one attended <br />the funeral <br />She was out there alone <br />There were no tears <br />except perhaps her own <br />She carefully lowered what <br />she considered to be <br />her works of art <br />into the earth <br />for all time to come <br />hoping desperately that <br />the creatures of the ground <br />would feast on the paper <br />leaving no traces behind.<br /><br />Sandra Martyres<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/buried-8/
