Desecration
by M. Allshouse
Withering away in a grave all my own,
the soil is packed,
burying my fresh corpse from future storms.
You are nefarious,
walking along grave markers.
Are you searching for my tomb?
I was never hiding from you—
but this cadaver is not one you’ll want to know.
Spade on your shoulder,
you deem it salvation.
But it’s a weapon.
I should know.
Grave robbing is illegal,
but I assume you know that—
why else wait for the dead of night?
Let’s not insult my intelligence
and pretend it’s regal
to have my hiding place desecrated,
my body a trophy,
a spectacle to be shown.
Are you Dr. Frankenstein,
only interested in harvesting some of me—
maybe my eyes,
or my lithe arms?
Just the comforting parts,
carved out with scalpel precision.
Eyes to see,
arms to hold.
Leave my mouth and legs—
my voice and movement
buried.
Prone.
Silent.
You intend to keep me still.
But even still—
the sound of your shovel hitting dirt
stirs up hope amongst the worms,
that maybe, just maybe,
you won’t reel back in disgust
when I’m finally unearthed.
Desecration
by M. Allshouse
Withering away in a grave all my own,
the soil is packed,
burying my fresh corpse from future storms.
You are nefarious,
walking along grave markers.
Are you searching for my tomb?
I was never hiding from you—
but this cadaver is not one you’ll want to know.
Spade on your shoulder,
you deem it salvation.
But it’s a weapon.
I should know.
Grave robbing is illegal,
but I assume you know that—
why else wait for the dead of night?
Let’s not insult my intelligence
and pretend it’s regal
to have my hiding place desecrated,
my body a trophy,
a spectacle to be shown.
Are you Dr. Frankenstein,
only interested in harvesting some of me—
maybe my eyes,
or my lithe arms?
Just the comforting parts,
carved out with scalpel precision.
Eyes to see,
arms to hold.
Leave my mouth and legs—
my voice and movement
buried.
Prone.
Silent.
You intend to keep me still.
But even still—
the sound of your shovel hitting dirt
stirs up hope amongst the worms,
that maybe, just maybe,
you won’t reel back in disgust
when I’m finally unearthed.