Gail

A tree has grown on the spot

Where her body did rest

Blood seeped into the soil

From the knife in her chestThe bugs serve time

In her skeletal jail

I wonder how the bugs

Remember GailWhat a lovely young girl

Everybody would say

You can still hear her laugh

In the shadows on a cold winter's dayA dog dug up a bone

And wagged it's tail

I wonder how the dog

Remembers Gail