Watering Graves

Crystal water droplets

Saturate the soil

To make the burial easier

In my fertile field of 

Barren abandonment

I keep watering graves

Long dead

Expecting the fake flowers 

To change colors

Multiplying acres of spent blooms

Maybe I’ll still do it

Until the day I die

Sharing my hydration

With the toxic that can’t taste

Their own arid poison

Same as it ever was

Every new crop 

Of wilted blossoms

Adds another layer

To my garden of graves

I wish someone would 

Return the favor

And hose down

My burial plot

For once