(Quick explanation for poetry we had to write a poem on death. And to make up for the really depressing poem I brought in last week, I wrote this little thing. Enjoy!)
I found a case file the other day,
brimming with unsolved murders.
Each little headstone bears a name, a date,
a record of the ones I slew when I was eleven, twelve, fourteen.
Just last week, in fact, I held a funeral
For the one that couldn’t stand on its own two feet.
I moved on to better prospects,
ones that might hold my interest for more than two months and a couple chapters,
ones that held more dragon-slaying and princess-rescuing.
(maybe someday I’ll come back to those stories
abandoned in the novel graveyard.)