My Greatest Burial Poem by James Trotter

I spend my days staring out the window
And my nights staring in
It's cold and damp outside
I'm sinking into the mud and can't get out
There's dirt underneath my toenails
And in-between my toes and every crevice
When my heart beats, the mud retreats in waves
Digging myself deeper into a hole
Where I can be alone and happy
Joyous is this swirl around me
Slinging water as it falls down from the gods
Golden is the stream that flows underground from my sanctuary
Sweeping me, feet first, into the great deep
Where the fiction doesn't exist and my nightmares go away
I can hear my closest friends screaming behind me
I cry, 'Fear not, for we have found our home'
I meet them at the bottom and drink wine from a bronze fountain