Eye the statuary,
the on-site
funeral chapel,
the tombs.
Man, the tombs.
You should see them,
if you haven't already,
because that is some
damn fine stonework,
and if you get the chance
try out the big old group
crypts that all the
charitable societies
build up and up because
it's not like they were
going to spend the money
on something else.
All German and French,
Renaissance angel
guardians.
And if you get the chance,
some day when there's
nothing else to do,
look for the potter's field.
Step carefully because
the bones are everywhere.
No aisles or lanes,
no orderly rows,
just dirt, some looser
packed than the rest,
impermanently marked by
so many popsicle stick crosses,
plastic Jesus figurines,
paper names that will wash away
in a heavy rain.