Disposing of the Dead

Spring days
Made for throwing caution to the wind
Or maybe ashes?

The pyre's ready..
I've wrapped them tight
no hands trailing out of the plastic

heavy..but I am loathe to ask for help
the act itself should suffice
dragging them along
my heart, such stony ground

i refuse to bury things like this
they tend to rise and reanimate themselves day after day
and they lie, cold, in my bed at night until
I can no longer bear the stench
the feel of flesh long-giving to
what little hold my heart still has

i struggle along
some things are just born dead weight
but this is too much!
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Email Thanks, dragon lady, for your interesting book title. Ah, the inspiration!