Nov 5/07 @;#) AM
Under a grey languorous sky, I looked at the body, specifically, the face with his lecherous smile still in place. He looked ferocious, even in death; evil dripped from every fang. And it dawned on me. One day, he would rise from the tomb and seek retribution. I started digging towards six feet. Six feet is the great equalizer. We may begin from different points - rich or poor, blessed with infinite talent or helplessly incompetent, but end up all the same: staring up at six feet of dirt. Well, six feet of dirt, if you're lucky. You might see it differently: being consumed in an incinerator or sinking to the bottom of the sea or dangling from a sturdy tree or hanging unceremoniously from a crucifix. Six feet, if you're lucky.
