at the fact
the ground was too hard,
too frozen
for the shovels
to dig her
grave.
it was early January.
they put her on ice
until spring.
stored her away
neatly,
in a cold morgue
in Maine.
she would have roared
at that,
rolled her eyes
and said, oh well.
oh my.
see you in May.
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