cemetary

The morning sun,its eye bright
and just above the mountains of
KENTUCKY
Steam off the earth heating-up and rising
Ghostly vapors just above the headstones
wandering spirits escape in the gasly array
Mounds of fresh earth heaped in places
New arrivals in the burial-grounds
Thousand-leggs scurry to and fro
Halloween,spooks not even here
Incriptions from a few days ago
To hundreds of days ago and more
Moss is frigtened in places and
Grows pale green
The birds are Ravens
In pacts they scare- off the Crows
I wonder the trees and theyer
SCARED branches of leaves
Flowers are brightly colored in aray
skared stiff and fake
Unknowing their petrafied
scared straight-up-and-down
LIKE Soldiers
I WONDER WHY I'm here
Wittenising it all
my beds already made

"I'LL NEVER SLEEP"