Tomb

Ghosts dressed
For the occasion.

Curly hair,
Tattoo there.

Rocking for comfort,
Not disimilar

To Ceaușescu’s
Distressed empire.

Bare cots,
Blue shoe,

Throw me in
But I come back up.

Throw me, throw me up.
You can demolish a wall

But you cannot wipe
The graffiti off.