Resting Peacefully



Resting, peacefully...

Under the old oak tree...

That where you’ll find...

My hubby and me...


He went first...

I went a little later...

I choked on his meat...

He, on my tater...


It happened so quickly...

I died feeling full...

It took him a little longer...

He was built like a bull...


We were having a picnic...

Just the two of us...

He was hittin the bottle...

He was a mean old cuss...


He slapped my face with his meat...

So I killed him that day...

I shoved my tater down his throat...

They buried him where he lay...


My day in court

Was never going to be...

I slit my own throat...

Right there, under that tree...


That’s where you’ll find...

My hubby and me...

Resting, peacefully...

Under the old oak tree...


© 2020 Jeffrey Pipes Guice

Photograph by Bruce Hartzell

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