No one I know
has ever given a grave
as a Christmas present.
I assume you wear scrubs
and turned your car’s engine off
before the hospital.
I invented this coring machine
that extracts holes
for placing the dead standing up.
I imagine you singing
in the surgical theater
hands moving like a pianist.
Property has become so expensive
there are no new cemeteries
and the old ones are three deep.
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