“Worship” is not too strong a word
to paint my heart’s devotion,
but I do not demand she feel
reciprocal emotion.
Nor do I pressure her to show
affection or provide
forbidden favors. I’m content
just lying by her side.
I don’t need conversation, wit,
or verve, but at the least,
she must be young and beautiful
and recently deceased.
It’s tiring, prying doors on tombs
or shoveling mounds of dirt.
Some may prefer the living, but
I like my girls inert.