“two ways
still even today
written on a stone
as the black bird
flies above the tomb
out back
in the field of
blue and berries
that old woman still
stomping on his remains
over a misbehaved
no one has to hold the blame
heard he left
her mistake
guess she had
the whole town convinced
till the walking dead
said they need the land
for a parking space
to build something grand
So the city said
almost took a bullet to her head
Until she realized
she is not better off dead
so she whispered to chip
come snow come rain
I shall never leave this grave
and then she prayed
as the son gave
her another chance
to choose one of
two ways”
