Six Feet

Six feet under? I’m halfway there
Thousands buried fighting to stay above ground
pressed against the bars for air
of the enclosure where little else can be found

Six feet under, I’m not alone
The asphalt blood and sidewalk bone
wrap like ribbons around my neck
funeral for the small town wreck

Six feet closer, but decorated well
Dull textured walls given life
Oh how colorful, how beautiful my hell
with these chipped paints and wilted succulents rife

Six feet down, and here to stay
buried ‘lone for the earth to flay
when another’s hand rings fear
nowhere better locked away than here