Circumstance
By Shelley M. Latreille

Dancing in the Devil’s pants
I wonder what the circumstance
In my graveyard I wander yonder
In my coffin, stained with fear, I ponder
The moon is ripe with fear
I wonder what I am doing here
I don’t know what I am
I could even be the Son of Sam
I am tainted with the blood of many people
I doubt I will ever make it to the steeple
I cannot understand the grave mistake
But until I figure it out, here I will bake