Say you're sorry, Grave,
For you've opened much too soon
And taken one who didn't mean to die.
And if the winds of inquisition
Could come here now and question you,
Suspicion would be heavy on your head.
What indeed was your intention?
And if, in fact, you had no motive,
Why did you so recently
Take out such an outrageous insurance policy?
It was as if you knew
The cattle rustlers were coming that night,
And so you left your gates clanging open,
And the keys to your old Chevy hanging,
Shining in the moonlight from a chain on your rear view mirror.
So say you're sorry, Grave.

"Ok," Grave said, "You 're sorry."

-jenn