They Buried Her There

When I got the picture I just stared at it for the longest time, several days actually, dreaming up and discarding ideas. When I finally got to work the end result was much more laborious than usual, though the word length might not seem it. There was a second verse originally, but unhappy with the meter I cut it at the last minute. Your imagination can do more than my words ever could.

THEY BURIED HER THERE

They buried her there without a care

This maiden fair, her beauty rare

They buried her there without a care

A perfect pair, the tortoise and hare

They buried her there without a care

Quite a dare, to take their share

They buried her there without a care

They pulled her hair, the hungry stare

They buried her there without a care

Clothes to tear, they touched down there

They buried her there without a care

Screams in the air, her unanswered prayer

They buried her there without a care

But she wasn't dead.