Birgit Bunzel Linder

Freshman - 526 Points (Oberhausen, Germany)

Buried Alive - Poem by Birgit Bunzel Linder

I went to Sunset Cemetery
today and began to dig my own
grave. I said, "Help me! " and you
kindly obliged. We dug all day and
you wanted it deeper for me than
all the others. "Where it is cooler, "
you said. How could I resist such
consideration? I look forward to it!

When we were done, we threw our
spades out. We looked up at the sky
from twelve feet under, and we had no
way out. Now I know, G.B. Shaw
said, "If you have skeletons in the
closet, might as well make them dance."
But how will we get back into our
closet without help from above?

Topic(s) of this poem: death, humor, marriage

Form: Free Verse


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 23, 2016



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