FROM THE GRAVE…

first a finger pokes out of the fresh dirt,

woe to those near when out pops my shirt,

for not too very long thereafter,

the remainder of my worm eaten corpse,

comes forth from its un-natural sleep,

no electric blankie have I down there,

no dog to help keep me warm,

only my clothes to layer.

kate has granted Rufuz’ request,

to allow me to live again as one of her minions,

worse yet I seem to smell that of onions,

must have been buried in a field where they grow,

but better than to be like ed k,

picked at and chewed by the birds he loved so,

the venerable & much maligned, crow.

So, allow me to here say, how much I do thank,

That old witch from the northlands,

for allowing me to further serve her,

beyond that of her previous feast,

with me as her main meal, just so much yeast,

I sit here and feed Rufuz,

and eat for myself,

what was left of my belly button fuzz…

                                                                        (ed)