I really don’t know where this came from; some morbid area of imagination I have not touched on before. Anyway, Rosemary Mint in week two of her new Monday Melting prompts posted two list of words to choose from. When I saw the first one all that kept going through my mind was some Discovery Channel show i had seen about a murdered mummy being turned up in a peat bog. So this is what came out.Since early times it has been de rigueur for the planning of the perfect crime to include the disposal of the body. Each miscreant has their favorite method, subject to the anima of personality and the frail trait of sudden, panicked regret. Many prefer to char the inconvenient corpse, having a dreadful dearth of imagination – or fascination for watching skin melt like wax. I prefer a more civilized approach, a decent burial in the damp marsh, far from where the farmers dig for peat. There are nights when I sit with my victims, to watch their ghost percolate with the gases, and marvel at the timbre of their wailing song.