"Our good best boy, don't you forget."
Father shook, his face was wet.
His hand thumped hard my shoulder blade,
My thoughts "Old bastards gone insane."
Ma held me close to moth balled dress,
"With you close by we were god blessed."
Wiped a tear, applied the rouge,
"What's the matter with her?" I mused.
Brothers pinch faced by the door,
aunts and uncles all deplored.
Grandma stood to sing a psalm
"Free from trouble, free from harm."
They dragged me shouting, "Save his soul,"
to a wooden box five feet tall.
Pinned me in, nailed down the lid,
what crime committed that I must be hid?
They'll have to come back soon for me,
life down here's insanitary.
If a joke it's gone to far,
can't help it if I wrecked the car.