the dirt was burping
or that's what gravediggers
go on about doing
when life is drawing
the outlines of the box
still had some of the white fur
as some kind of theatrical gesture
for the stage
and belief was two different bodies
claiming wherewithal by proxy
sure,
ain't there a graving place
that will hold the fox
until God sashays through
the hedgehog
sits in the sounds of his stomach
remains smelling, but to be blind to
the nature it provides
the mores about picking flowers
than watching them be obvious,
or drinking wine because the nerves
talk sweet
there should be some mention of the weather
but it is important to note, it is not raining
and it is partly cloudy
rehearsed prayers
near accidental deicide
addressed the group
at some point
by paraphrase or improvisation, cheers