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.
