Untitled 1 Poem by rolling stone

Yesterday
i died
they took me to graveyard
placed my naked body in the grave
and poured soil on me
but there i couldn't sleep in peace
for i felt an ant under my back
i could feel its motion between my skin and psuedo skin made of soil
i know for eternity my body will not become soil because i won't sleep
and the ant will keep moving
like a restless soul
making tiny holes in me
that will keep bleeding
for eternity.....