they say a grave is six feet deep
wonder why that is?
just deep enough to hide the smell?
yet shallow enough to hear your voice?
will the worms crawl in, and
the worms crawl out at six feet?
i fear they will
will i smell the flowers you leave
once a year to die upon my death?
six feet is a fathom
a perfect depth for tears to drown
unless we're talking a Titanic of tears
then fathoms get squared
when i was a boy and you a seed
my mother used to say,
" you diggin to China, Boy?"
and i would wonder,
if i did,
would i fall out when i got there?
land in a tree?
hang by a leaf?
Love, are ya diggin to China?
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