Shovel

An old man in a new
suit walked out of his
front door carrying
a shovel. He broke
ground in the middle
of his front yard,
slowly peeling off
the components
of his ensemble,
until he was just down
to his socks and piss stained
underwear.

He dug a rectangular hole
about three feet deep,
then crawled inside,
laid on his back,
and crossed his arms.

The whole neighborhood
just watched and whispered
as the man’s eyes started
to melt from continuously
following the constant arch
of the sun.

They could no longer taste
the potato chips crushed
between their teeth
like leaves under feet
sprinting full speed
in the Autumn cold,

unafraid of growing

old.