Of men whose hearts or cars have crashed
Within the cityscape
To stay, they must be burned to ash
And kept within a vase
They must move miles out of town
If they’re to keep their head
The living move and settle down
Without room for the dead
The city can’t have space for tombs
They need to scrape the sky
And build another office room
That’s tens of stories high
Of those who fall, or burn, or drown
The mayor just shrugged and said,
“The living move and settle down
Without room for the dead”
Whatever dead cadavers seen
Spur stories that are told
Of ghosts and poltergeists, so keen
To reach into your soul
Because dead men are seldom found
They must be ghouls instead
The living move and settle down
Without room for the dead
The cemetery’s quite a drive
With nothing on the way
Except the gas pumps that survive
Off grieving men, their prey
More urns appear in homes downtown
Than Giza’s pyramid
The living move and settle down
Without room for the dead
And after every stop’s long gone
Comes our suburban sect
Where graveyards show up on our lawns
And old abodes are wrecked
We need these headstones all around
If we’re to win our bread
The living move and settle down
And give us all their dead
Grade: 11
Glover Park, DC
Washington, DC
Carolyn Parkhurst
To be a TV writer
My mom