Whispers in the Graveyard

I wonder if there are conversations going on underground?

There's whispers underground 

No-one's in a hurry

A Graveyard's seldom lonely

So don't worry.

The dead are making friends

To improve

Some want to make amends

But can't move.

These underground cities

The dead are awake

No more afraid 

They are all safe.

Some will b***h 

You'll hear all the chatter

locked in a casket

It really won't matter.

The soil conducts their voices

It really makes you wonder

Who will be you neighbour 

When your 6 feet under.

 

Reviews

[Brian Csati]

Catchy writing style! Great poem.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

This has a theme with your work...the subjects that people ponder...yet do not get into the knitty gitty and you do that with your words...