WATERY GRAVES



Baptized as the second wave,
Surge, spike, or some spooky plague.

Hasten to conceal the scumbags’ scum,
Watery graves is the new-found scam.

Uncommon luxury is the common wood.
Covid bodies robbed off burial ,dressed in hood.

Ravine flows with discarded bodies.
Raven and eagle rage for bones and bodies.

Like a piecrust, the promise of death,
Crumbled-up by the weakened wreath.

Lost the privilege of just six feet,
Stuck in bushy bushes, this was the fate.

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