How to Dig a Hole
She never said a thing,
at least not to me, but
complained and moaned to
those of the same blood.
She never gave herself
any opportunity, as her
mind was shut permanently,
long before we met.
She blamed others for her
own misfortune, yet she
created them.
She didn't want to learn,
to improve, her world began
with her first name, and
ended with her last.
She started to play in the
sand pit, and dug a hole, which,
was so large, she only saw
dark.
Her departure was shameful,
disgusting to say the least,
but it was a fitting tribute
to the person she is.
– written by Chich, Chicago's Australian Poet Laureate