To Bury the Dead

There was a dog and a frog, who lived in a bog where men bury their dead
It wasn't the dog or the frog, in the bog that buried their dead.
It was the men not the dog, not the frog who in the bog buried their dead.
For frog and dog let the bog bury the dead itself
For more than men in this place a funeral home for all
For leaves of trees and honey bees, all go under ground
And the water seeping up
providing the dirges and keeping up
singing songs and righting wrongs
the water drinks the blood
of the leaves of all the trees
and of the wings of honey bees
the dog, the frog, then men and all
this River of Styx, Plutonian Sea
regardless, left to rot.

-Justin