The Day They Unearth Us

The day they unearth us
truth will be known
our graves were never dug
but raised up around our heads
and over
by that which we threw
away

It was only semi-conscious
for we saw we were sinking
so we tossed
shoveled
threw
in handfuls
and heapfuls
bits of self-
soul

survival by
sacrifice

Our perceptions
no doubt were noble,
but missing logic
all the same

What we alleviated
our beings of
slowly died and became
more of the mire
and muck
that held us down

Entombed in self-inflicted irony
drowned in self-sacrifice
done in by the best of our intentions
we will be unearthed