Burial Before Dying Poem by Patti Masterman

She was not leery of death
They had told her the diagnosis
The courses of treatment
The percentages

She smiled and went on
As if it were all just a regular day
Had no mental breakdowns
Was not found weeping at 3 a.m.
When dark things tend to come out of hiding

The truth was she had died and buried herself
Years before the wound showed up
And had been waiting patiently all this time
For the others to finally notice it

She just wanted to bury the body now
And get on with things