A grave stone shaped like a couch
I assume they chose it for a reason.
So I sat.

I didnt know them, most of these graves so old
no one to visit any more any way.

I was higher than normal and needed a place to be.

It wasn't as lonely as it seemed either
surely not as lonely as the corpses below
with their best sunday dresses
and suits for church.
watch from a lover
ring for god.
what ever.

I wonder if they were happy i was there...
if they were angry?

I wanted to dig up their bones but instead i sat on the grave stone.

It was shaped like a couch
and I assume they chose that for a reason.
so I sat.

Under the canopy of a beautiful tree
staring into the blue
feeling judged by driver bys,

Of course I know whose burried here,
its my great great great uncle aunt nephew.

Like they even care.
But still I feel like i could get introuble.

The grave stone was shaped like a couch
i assume they chose it for a reason.
So i sat.