“Dead, Buried”

Tyler R. Martin

When I am to be buried
And I’m placed into the ground,
With my beloved beside me
Let her not make a sound-
Let her dry eyes
Not display her feeling-
And let not her loneliness
Impair her healing…
And please, babe
Bury me with smokes
And bourbon-
To get me through
Whatever plane awaits
Without the feel of you

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