Poem -
When Her Dear Husband Died
When her dear husband died at home
She stripped him naked
And dug for him a shallow grave
In the back garden.
She placed him there and
Covered him with soil.
He would rot away, she thought.
So she bought flowers and plants
And planted them over him
And today they are growing strong
Taking nutrients from his
Decomposing body
And in this way he lives on.
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It's spooky, creepy and well written. I gasped at the end. All I can think about is this guy, laying underneath an array of daffodils and tulip bulbs come spring. I bet you could make this poem even longer -- maybe, tell a story about what happened to him and why would she bury him in the garden. Unless, foul play was involved. You weaved a unique tale, but I think you could go even further with this concept.
Thank you for your feedback, it's appreciated.
 Although it is spooky and creepy it has occurred to me that it's a shame in a way that when people die we either cremate them or bury them in coffins.
 When plants and animals in the wild die they decompose and the "nutrients" (If that's the right word) are reused by other plants and animals and in this way a life cycle is continued.
You have a story telling voice, for sure.
I looked at the poem like a horror story, instead of one about composting. I agree with you, did you know that when we are cremated, there is a lot of Lyme involved. Many people don't realize that spreading ashes of the dead, could kill the plants and even trees if it's applied too close to their root systems. Something I learned as a gardener. Good job on showing the scene. I bet you could turn it into something dark and spooky. I tried my hand at writing horror stories, then I discovered I'm still afraid of ghost, lived in a haunted house when I was eight years old. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't remember the events of living on York Street in Springfield, Ohio. There is something online about the hauntings where I once lived-- which makes it all the more real.Â
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