ryan quinn flanagan | shallow grave

Shallow Grave

In this shallow grave
like I’m done

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

Like bear bangers
in a frontier

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


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