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ryan quinn flanagan | shallow grave

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Shallow Grave

In this shallow grave
like I’m done
for.


So shallow
there is no dirt,
no marker.


Only this bed
and comforter.


A pillow
for the head.


Some kids outside
bounce a basketball
down the street.


It sounds
like the world
exploding.


Like bear bangers
in a frontier
town.


There’s a picture of Lenin
on the wall.


I’m no commie
but I like his shiny
bald head.


Like you could rub it
and receive three wishes.


I only have one wish.


But I can’t tell nobody
or it won’t come true.


So I lay here
in this shallow grave.


Pull the blanket up tight
around my neck


and
smile.

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