Sad Bob

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