Chilling currents blow over the untended grave
Wilted bouquets rest against the nameless stone,
Despite the numerous heads she chose to save
Silent eulogies are all she’s known,
Except for the whirring chainsaws.
Perhaps it was the four-legged monsters
Holding brown mounds in their yellow jaws
Caring not for the earth their band stirs
Hammers smash in nail after nail
In the end, she needed a release
This wooden box was now her jail
I guess not even a hero can rest in peace
