Graveside Cake

We are at peace digging—

pocketing shiny rocks
and dirt clods from childhood.

We are at peace picnicking
by the open holes,
chewing mystery 

meat, sour milk and cake,
perched laughing on virgin 

headstones for a better view 

of the sunset, for a better view 

of the fireworks, for a better view 

of black smoke rising--

for delightful sacrilege,
for mocking friendly warnings,
for inhaling all the ash.

-M.