You say today’s a great day
to walk the cemetery.
So we go. And there are
infectious monsters on our
street, monsters crossing
the intersection, monsters
carrying garbage bags,
monsters driving cars
with windows closed,
staring at us, fellow
monsters. And when
we cross the gate
there’s no one
alive around.
Just hills and hills
of headstones–
all of the dead
a responsible
six feet under.
(originally published in Capsule Stories, Spring 2020)