Spike's Ashes

by Gar Lipow

Wipe the tears off my glasses,
As I vacuum Spike's ashes.
Oh, we had our clashes,
But too soon he passes.

Instead of a break,
We gave him a stake.
We just couldn't take,
All the trouble he'd make.

His embrace helped Buffy heal,
But she just used him to feel,
Since her love wasn't real,
He thought she'd be his meal

The chip no longer constrained him,
Nothing else could contain him,
At most entertain him.
But Buffy has slain him...


Originally posted in Buffy 9: Once More, With Braiiiiiiiins (#3462), WX, November 16, 2001.