He became so crazed with the
loss of his young, beautiful love
dead at only twenty-two
it seemed like a sin against humanity
he went insane
and dug up her corpse
took it home
embraced it every night
despite the foul decaying odor
maybe because of a strange, romantic fate
maybe because of a rotting corpse disease
he died cradling her in his arms
in his foul-smelling deathbed
Bob Boyd