“DIG”

This girl asked too many questions.
“Well you found my elbow,” I said.
“Keep digging.”
She didn’t understand,
but she did keep digging.
In fact, she dug up all my bones
that night.
Over the course of the next week,
she had cleaned them all off.
By the next month,
I was all polished up and ready
to be put on display.
That is when she told me
about the other body.
She wanted to spend more time
at his dig site, she said.
“Fine,” I said. “Dig a hole. Put me back in.”
She didn’t understand,
but she did start digging.

narrative poem written on 10-30-2010 by: on mattkane.com
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