Summers in the Graveyard
Sunlight seeped through ash-grey stones
Piercing eyes, now a hollow hole.
It was such a pain,
tarantulas ran to find a second home.
Winter soldiers jolt awake from an infinity-long sleep
Stale hearts helplessly hope
To hear a single thump of heartbeat
echoing through lumps of rotten flesh
chomped down by the jaws of time.
For all they see is darkness
A black abyss
They dance to the flat tunes of eternal silence
Bones tapping to the beat.
Whiny ones were muted
paralyzed beneath the cold hard soil.
Perhaps after ninety rounds
batches of newcomers would enter
joining the audience
of a cold cold summer.