Cemetery Stop

His grave

used to have roots growing

out of the stone.

But they had it cut back, those American tourists:

appalled, they were

at the choice

to let the greenery

grip it with its

dirty hands.

“It was as if “they” didn’t care,” the tourists said.

“They” just knew

that thick skin

And candy and money

Lay crumpled under

the grave.

The tourists hated

the thin cross most of all.

“Oh, if only there were angels carved there,” the tourists said.