One can realize
the intense
energy
left by these spirits
if only people
would cease to rape
the graves of
the people that time
simply forgot.
They gather, Satan’s
suburban choir,
and abase the grounds
with their ceremonies.
The night plays games
with the minds
of locals
who hear any sort of
trite
malfunction in sound
and see ghosts of gangsters.
Bachelor’s Grove: a place
for all sinners to greet
another sinner with
a ghastly story from
a scared shitless kid.
© 2000, Christopher D. Pratl