Unbidden, the ashen hand rose out the ground
Its crumbling crusty flesh cracking
Revealing bone and dust and hollow holes
Where once were muscle and blood
The reanimated corpse pushed itself up
Rising at its own pace
It had nothing to do
Nowhere to go
And no life to lose
So it waited patiently
Inch by inch dug itself out
Once above ground he viewed his body
It had changed a lot since he last saw it
Though he remembered not how long ago that was
He looked around to find that he was alone
In the grave yard
It seems that destiny only wished for one deathless minion
For those whose souls had been buried in the ground
Were nowhere to be seen,
Nor any efforts to follow him to the world of the living
The air to him was no longer sweet
The breeze stale and raspy
The ground, a muddy brown with patches of dirty green
Puddles of brown scattered from the rain the night before
Nothing had remained as when he had died
Seeing nothing of value or of worth
Bob returned to his grave
