Dedicated to Codi and her dog

I’m all alone
in the cemetery lot
I need growth from bones
so I’ll take a plot 
beside the friends I dig

I’ll form a skeletal assembly line 
something cadaverous and big
to build a ghostly host refined

I’ll nurture them with fellowship
we’ll dance to death metal music 
arisen from this macabre landfill tip
atop our graveyard homes
we’ll shake and rattle 
them fresh grown bones