We Were Forced Into It Against Our Will by Daniel Shirley

We buried him in the driveway, which, in
hindsight, may not have been the
brightest idea. But there was no other.
We didn’t realize how long it would take
to work through the cement.
And we didn’t anticipate
having so much dirt
left over, and nothing to haul
it away with.
We had bags of cement ready to mix,
heavy bags, too, and far more than we’d
need. We called that “preparation.”
The weight of the bags in the trunk bent
my axle, and the rear tires wobble -
or did until they caught up with us
which is maybe just as well. The treads
were starting to wear in funny patterns
like a sideways S, spinning
halfway to infinity -
simple cause and effect. In a
deterministic universe, the more times
you toss a coin, the easier it is to predict
the distribution of heads and tails.
That was my defense.