The Old Man Next Door Died

The Old Man Next Door Died

The old man next door died,
the one with the yard neat as a calendar.

Then his son moved in,
the one the neighbors don’t like.

Then a car hit a deer and it died by the road
and rotted to bones on his uncut grass.

Weeks gone by now
and he hasn’t gathered the bones,

the ones with skin loose on the frame
and the frame loose on the ground.

Takes a long time,
a long time.