My Ungrateful Ghost they held their hands in silent laps heads down eyes drifting towards the dead thoughts of praise, release and joy flutter the cars proceed to the burial ground they cry in the rain "it wasn't her time to go!" oh not so fast, my dears it was long overdue do you play my favorite songs read my poetry aloud? did the unexpected show up to show their respects though i'd rather it be them in the ground? do you weep, though i plead that you don't my name caught in the lumps of their throats or is the reality so much different... 3 people attend, only because they had to pay for the coffin and want to see where their money goes-- (straight to hell) all my things go into storage, though there wasn't much-- my dog goes to a shelter my hedgehogs to a friend my computer with all my writing, back to the manufacturer (since it's not paid off) my memory forgotten everyone's at bliss. -hb 10/31/00 ~haPPy haLLowEEn~ back home