Kalle Metro Graveyard.(Poem)

 
KALLE METRO GRAVEYARD 
 
   Someone snuck in a cemetery. A break 
   in the line of sandstone apartments 
   like a tone blip in the city plan. Surrounded 
 
   on all three sides by the high-rise living--the 
   whole yard the size of a house, but thick 
   with blooming dark grass and the pale whites 
 
   of tree foliage. The centre gate is locked off 
   and wrangles of weed truss the tall iron fence. 
   Inside, the gravestones are edged black 
 
   with granite moss and hold a calm slant, 
   they line the ground, side by side, and some 
   so close they seem to be one split block. 
 
   Someone's decision to bury the coffins 
   vertically. They said it would triple capacity; 
   that it was in keeping with the skyscraping 
 
   pitch of urban planning ("Drop 'em in 
   feet first ... it'll save space.") Those too "proper" 
   to be cremated; too "proud" to end up 
 
   on the outskirts in the communal ...