The Hearse and the U-Haul by I.M. NOSFERATU
THE HEARSE AND THE U-HAUL
The hearse with the U-Haul tethered behind it
Bumping and grinding like some incongruous
Conga nuptial line turned at the bend
So Old Man Waters, the cheapest man in town
Finally met his end
Family long since dead, disinherited or estranged
Only the paid cemetery workers and U-Haul driver
Were there to see him interred
Having negotiated a package deal for a refurbished
Coffin and three plots, six feet under was he while
The U-Haul with his personal belongings was parked
Over the two adjoining graves
Seventy-five years of collecting diamonds over
Wisdom and empathy left him bereft of any
Generosity or philanthropy
The top of the U-Haul was the first limb to go
Pried off by the grave robbers whose coffers
Were filled to the brim
A combustion reaction occurred a day later
After the first rain leaving the remains of the U-Haul
A rusted hulk of a tombstone rotting and decaying
Above ground quicker than old man Waters’ body
Buried beneath
by I.M. Nosferatu
I.M. Nosferatu hails from Gehenna (look it up). He has an encyclopedic mind for horror, sci-fi, paranormal, and the occult. He has myriad other hobbies and interests which may not be appropriate to print here (or to divulge at all), but his mission in life (and death) at least for our purposes, is to find good (or as he puts it “sick”), spine-chilling, blood-curdling media in the horror genre and tout it to the world. He is a straight shooter and calls ‘em like he sees ‘em. He will not suffer fools, sycophants, ass-kissers, brown-nosers, and other suck-ups. Pillow Talking is thrilled to have him on board as a guest blogger despite having never met him face-to-face and dealing solely through emails (at odd hours of the night).
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