Shake, shake –
the antpile killer,
in the backwoods…
nightmare.

Hope to have a yard
where children can play
where they can assume
grace for just one more day –

But can you? Ha-ha, well,
We’d hope you could not
That you are a-drowning
in roots drenched in rot

This discontent, malevolent
cancer to rot –
just because you can’t see it,
doesn’t mean we can’t not.

Won’t someone dig me up?
Won’t somebody see?
Won’t someone realize
the root-rot that is me?

But suicide is selfish!
So you beg & you plead
that YOU’LL be the ONE
Killed in ca-ta-stro-phy…

Some freak stroke-of-luck
Some accident, cir-cum-stance…
But god is a Narcissist
so you learn to laugh,
Happen-stance.