SHALLOW GRAVE

SHALLOW GRAVE

No time to dig a proper grave
for the lifeless body in the trunk,
a shallow grave would have to do
amid the town's oldest dump.

No one would ever think to look
for her body in that place,
he wiped his hands on his shirt;
of her there would be no trace.

Moonlight cast its light upon
the car he drove away in haste,
No eyes but those of hungry rats
would know where she was placed.

Report her missing? Who's to care?
She was not well known in town;
Just another lady of the night
who teased and brought men down.

A common tramp who got her due,
He would sleep that night in peace;
until another came along his path
the killing craze would cease.

Yet in his dreamless sleep he saw
from the shallow grave there rose
a clawing hand, revenge to seek,
as the chill night wind blows.

Sightless eyes in vain did search
for the man who took her life;
His evil heart would be her own,
cut out with his bloody knife.

"A dream!" He thought, as he awoke
to the darkness in his room;
Too late he felt the pain of hate
and met his own eternal doom.

The winds blow soft across the land
and the moonlight tells no tales;
In a shallow grave he lies beside her
and listens to her mournful wails.

Countrymom
10/23/04