The lemon tree

I looked and at first did not see.

Then I looked again and again
Until my eyes began to bleed.
But through the crimson veil
I saw the truth.

And I buried it in a plastic bag
Under the lemon tree,
So that the citrus scent would
Mask the stench.

I never went back.

Maybe someone found it,
though I don't see the signs.
Perhaps they too have hidden it
Just like I hid mine.