they had to knock out a wall
before they could winch me
onto the back of a lorry.
my neighbors came to watch;
i hadn't left the house in years.
they fastened me inside
an industrial freezer.
then began the chore
of constructing my coffin;
a glamorized shed.
men hollowed
a corner of a field,
my parents looked
at the crumbled soil
and remembered the woman
within.
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