In the Garden (Bodies)

We dig up Bodies in the back
And lay them out along the daisies and dirt

It doesn't hurt

We judge and ridicule their clothes
And sit them down for tea and scones
But then we suddenly realize
That Sometimes Bodies Lie

We rake the garden in the dark
And plant our plans to grow when things smooth out

The neighbors shout

We jump the fence and pick the lock
And take our neighbors for a walk
And with their throats cut out, they won't
Scream, or shout, or chat about

We bury bodies in the back
And try to tell each other everything's fine

We've still got time

I judge and ridicule her clothes
And she sits down for skin and bones
But then we suddenly realize
That we're all bleeding lies