Something left to do, is there?
Unhappily Dead
a voice in the ground
shouting all around
supposed to be resting now
but just wants to get out
the face to which it belongs
the eyesbrows have come off
the face from which it yells
couldn’t recognise itself
the body was buried in a vest
hands try to reach into it
they’re looking for the keys
the ones that it needs
it searches until they’re found
then it lets itself out
the body is on dry land
staggering; trying to stand
it walks and hobbles along
on legs; unearthly strong
it reaches the edge of the yard
and pushes the fence hard
the metal bends and breaks
that’s all that freedom takes
the body leaves the premices
it walks away and vanishes
I wonder what’s left unfinished. Have a great day.