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Resting Under Tarmac Covers

I'm in the parking lot of the church Just waiting But churches don't have parking lots... Especially old ones So I'm not sure how many graves I'm resting on Of people who had no people left to object to tarmac covers Whilst churches concerned themselves With getting people through the doors Because it was ok to create a carpark As time had passed Maybe I'll look it up Because there is a flood light here In place to keep me safe Whilst others rest in promised peace And I don't know who to trust

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Speaks Volumes

Date: 2/3/2024 2:48:00 PM

The diseased probably wont mind. Cause the weight of your car keeps weeds from growing. There is nothing sadder that a grave covered with ugly weeds. It screams " No one cares about me"

Di11y Da11y
Date: 2/3/2024 2:52:00 PM

It just struck me as interesting - it's not something they'd include in the brochure x

John Lawless

Date: 2/1/2024 6:28:00 AM

you could call it "Heavens parking lot"

Di11y Da11y
Date: 2/1/2024 11:31:00 AM

I think I read too much into disingenuity - I mean promises such last over a 100 years right?

Tom Woody

Date: 1/31/2024 5:50:00 PM

I'm sure you can trust the priest, right?

Di11y Da11y
Date: 2/1/2024 11:30:00 AM

If anyone is planning to tarmac over me it won't be a priest as I don't know any (anymore)

Hilda Greenhough

Date: 1/31/2024 3:20:00 PM

It sounds like you found a final resting place. Poem has a funny side and a scary side. It's very interesting.

Di11y Da11y
Date: 2/1/2024 11:28:00 AM

It is ridiculous when you imagine all the care and attention just for a few years to pass and tarmacking looks like a reasonable thing to do for convenience