I’d been assured the

Old man was dead and gone, but

I had to be sure.

My shovel broke the

Fresh earth of his grave, and I

pried the lid from his

Coffin by moonlight.

He coughed, and said “rest in peace.

Boy, you’d never let

Me rest.” Nodding I

Drove the stake through his heart and

Stroked his hair. He laughed.

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