Terra Verma Interruptus

He was supposed to be dead

That's what you naturally assumed

When you can't find the head

He was supposed to be buried

In the ground, interred, inhumed

And his rot in situ unhurried

He was supposed to be eaten by worms

At terra verma six feet consumed

But a murder of crows his death confirms

He was supposed to be returned to the earth

But was dug up, brought to the mall foodcourt room

For black Friday, offered for less than he's worth

Chop locally