…and over in the abandoned cemetery
there are signs of life among the dead
tall grasses with long blades
torpedo grass and different grasses
more kinds of grasses than you can wave a mower at
rising up and choking the tombstones
that have been there at least a half-century
or maybe even a century or more—who knows
leaning and unreadable are their legacies
carved into stone once strong and imposing
now crumbling like proverbial cookie
and since the cemetery is abandoned
no one knows who it is
or probably cares who it is except for a few
cemeteryologists or whatever they’re called
those who think a grave is a sacred pace
even when the corpse is unknown
—the day of their doom is unknown
—everything is unknown
is there no statute of limitations for these cases?
the sprawling oaks cover them with shade
keeping the graves out of the reaches of the sun
but it’s probably always cool
six feet under and in the dark
where they rest in peace and pieces
