It has been weeks
Since your dismemberment
And backyard disposal
I oversaw the entire operation
Your end
Was a foregone conclusion
At least
Within this limited scope
Today
As I strolled past
Your stack of limbs
Noticed a life force
Still budding
Baby fingers unfolding
Grasping for any sun
Never fully understanding
The time at hand
For one shaking moment
I felt more in common
With a pile of damp wood
Than anything ever known
How long has it been now
Since my own eulogy
Went unheard
And here I am
Still walking around
Pathetically undead
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