WAITING TO BE DISCOVERED
A drunk girl squats
On my overgrown grave
Unaware
Of my life longer despair
Her lip service
Gives me hope
And she even lets
A ripper fart go
Into the air
All power and pride
As she considers
The beauty of the moon
My cold white bones
Rattle in expectation
Of a slow golden shower
Arriving maybe
In a few more cold winters
As she wipes
She notices something
On my headstone
Something I wrote
“WAITING TO BE DISCOVERED”
And she thinks
That was pretty cool
For a dead
Unknown
Unloved
Old guy
