in cemetery quietness
tombstones rap
epitaphs of those
they are paid to represent…
on the outside arena
of the living
there are many of those
wearing and boasting
tombstones of life…
tombstones-like
shiny clothes
worn in winter
and thin by hunger
that infuses the bellies
of their children…all
carrying newspaper-blankets
for bus stop benches…
above their heads
posted signs
reading: homeless…
others sitting outside
hearse-like autos
with painted message:
lost home last month…
auto eviction end of month…
all are silently passed daily
by tombstone-hearts
rhythmically beating
invisibility...
be this as it is
and we as we are
day or night
life and death
go on…oblivious
to the tombstones
of death and life alike:
here lies…here lives…