Slugs v2

The effort it must take to lubricate
the world crisscrossing forgotten
things strewn in the yard

One day two people
will pause in conversation:
What is the old gal up to?
She passed.

And they will pickup where they leftoff
talking before the short lived thought of me

But the slugs, the slugs will attend my grave
clearing away excess particles of digestables
exacting their revenge on my murdering feet