Rantings of a Corpse

Listen, friend,
And hear me well,
For I have quite
A tale to tell.

I pray thee,
Lend your ear to me.
I'm not at peace.
I'll never be.

The man you love and plan to wed
Will change his ways and want you dead.
I was once his loyal wife.
He snapped one day and took my life.

I couldn't get a spot of dirt
Off his favorite Sunday shirt,
So he tied me to the bed,
And with an axe chopped off my head.

The blade had sawdust, sap, and rust.
It severed my implicit trust.
My head fell off and hit the floor,
And then it rolled toward the door.

My husband grabbed it by the hair
And threw it up into the air.
It landed and he turned to see
It's eyes meet his accusingly.

And then, so as to not get caught,
He had to find the perfect spot.
He drug me hard across the floor
And pulled my body out the door.

Then to the patch where green beans grow,
He took a rusty, bent-up hoe.
He dug a hole, so none could see,
Threw in my head, and buried me.

My headless corpse rots in this dirt.
He never once felt shame or hurt!
To this day, my spirit sighs
To take revenge, my golden prize.

I rest not in a state of grace,
For night and day, I haunt this place,
Seeking to exact a price
From someone filled with rage and vice.

And so, my friend,
I pray you'll find
A good excuse
To change your mind.

Do NOT become his second wife.
Escape him NOW...
And keep your life.