sematary

A cemetery 

So, quiet here, yellowing grass
fallen leaf turning dark 
like the hands of a day laborer
Dignified rusty teared crosses
Names on headstones, a whisper 
of one who died in 1852
Did he die from a war wound?
A cat keeps an eye out for mice
like its ancestors did before 
the oak trees grew tall.
There is talk of removing
headstones and crosses, making
a garden with benched and
bright flowers, and no one will
know what is down in the soil
A French architect thinks it is
a precise place for posh villas 
As it is, no one asks the cats

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