Small Town

Did she walk to the graveyard
alone, looking for me?

Into the dark alley behind
the abandoned basketball courts

of the school?

When I discovered the graveyard,
the earth was torn open by backhoes

the coffins laid out like an exotic
shipment from another planet.

You can watch them yank the bodies
out of the ground from the ice cream shop

next door. The cold iron tongues
have come for the relocation,

like the whip cream sliding down
the side of your Sunday.

They found her arm an hour later
and are just hoping to find the rest of the body.

"At least we know she wasn't hung too bad,"
said a voice from behind an ice cream cone.