Beneath The Surface MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   Shovels scooped dirt from the earth

eagerly awaiting my father's arrival

Black blazers and dresses

gathered

in his honor

sharing tissues and tears



His name in stone

lies peacefully across the street

chiseled into my heart



My friend, Jack Daniels, and I

visit him often



He left me a fortune

a glowing green memory

with which I bought the best medicine

to dull the pain



Cold swigs tingled

my dry larynx



Graves of tin

encompass

my personal cemetery.





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