They Buried Her Deep
by Kadirah Wade
They buried her deep late one day
She died at sea by the Inlet Kay
She watched them as they walked away slow
Their heads hung down in pain, sad and low.
When they turned to reach the avenue bridge
She sprang from her grave and ran to the ridge
“I will head them off and scare them bad
I do not believe them to be sad.”
As they reached the top of Old Drummer’s Hill
She appeared with a scream, so loud and shrill
They all felt fright, near to a dead faint
Some called out loud to an unknown saint
The steam rose above, her body still warm
They scattered and ran from her ghastly form
She chased them down and snapped at their heels
She heeded not their mercy appeals
“You’ve all brought about my dreadful demise
You taunted and teased and spread vicious lies.”
And one by one they each met their fate
She did them in by the evening, late
Never again would their mocking be heard
She ended their sniggering cruel words
Then she returned to the peaceful sea
And fell asleep in her sodden lee.