interment

deeply burrowed
into dirt
that
is my
thoughts,
the small
particles
fall into
semi-blind eyes
creating
difficulty
to determine
my direction
no-
i know,
i am going
south.
with the speed
of a shrew
lacking
brains
that are
shrewd.
steadfast
undetection
of this
monotonous
erection
buried so far
in a hole
that
i've learned
to love.
at a
4°
90°
angle
thoughts of bad
bleed
out my face
moistening
the earth
before
me, making
my task
easier.
it is my
own,
my home.
do not
exhume
me.