Three Times a Bury

Pardon me for saying, but I just have to say,

That a person’s burial, should take but a day.

No, I don’t mean that the hole is made the day of

What should it matter unless it fills with rain from above


What is the problem if it collapses a tiny bit

With a swipe or two, a backhoe should handle it

Or if it’s a tiny bit less than six feet deep

I’m sure the creatures down there will welcome the treat


But no, there are problems that just can’t be let go

Such as digging the right space, but not a big enough hole

Or maybe when it’s been put in the wrong place

And taking up someone else’s burial space


But would you believe that it could happen at least twice

And carrying around a filled coffin just isn’t nice

They’re large and clumsy, and weight just a ton

Not exactly dignified either, for someone’s loved one


We were quite amazed, and generally lost

When we couldn’t find the hole where it was to be tossed

Eventually we found the hearse waiting over there

Right beside the grave of who knows who’s buried there


It was awful that the coffin was set in at an angle on the next trip

When the digger and his backhoe had ridiculously slipped

When he tried to cut off my father at the knees

We begged for more inches, our indignation to please


So we returned to do it once again, this time by the book

A six foot deep one, not slightly crooked or angled by the look

So buried flat he would be, and in the right place as well

Not like some odd rabbit hole that he by chance had fell


And yes after three tries, and many miles of travel

He was finally rested in that small hill of gravel

For we’d given up on the large cemetery finally

He was interned in our backyard, by my brother and me.


Barbara Blackcinder


About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a need for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and mine when you read those from me.
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