Trees Outside the Cemetery

gods and monsters and dogs in front of the graveyard gates don't think about the future less than dull ending in a grey empty flat mines under the surface of wet carpet elegy scratch their names in the name of Poseidon with spikes on the rocks lone stretches of a hill road moan in the night after the broken car windshields and tiny red streams the intimate stranger left the crowded dancing hall untimely without words jumped on the carriage surroundings fade away during the funeral on sunny tuesday but the storm of post-loneliness is slinking closer and decades end in a mournful ceremony almost as sad as the trees outside the cemetery