No Way Out

Today

and yesterday

and the day before

I buried

that son of a bitch

for the third time

but he wouldn’t

stay buried

he kept rising

to the surface

little droplets

of sanguine reminders

seeping out

and torturing

my soul.

But this time,

would be

the last time,

as I tied

cement blocks

to ropes

and pitched

him overboard.

As I watched

the rope unwind

taking him with it

I became entangled

in the knots

becoming bound

with him

in salty brine

for eternity.