by Katherine Kim
Cackling, Death's skeletal eternal slave.
Merrily danced on the freshly dug grave
Anguishedly the spirit beneath him cried,
"Knowing you'd prance on me, I would not have died.
Now remove yourself from atop my mound,
So I may soundly rest here underground."
With this the bondsman of eternal sleep
Continued his merriment on the heap
To the unfortunate one who had died.
The bone heap patronizingly replied,
"Now dear spirit do not take this as wrong,
I cannot stop waltzing to Death's sweet song,
And as you lay here in your earthen bed
Great madness will fill your maggot stuffed head."
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