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.