"That's so Macabre"
I hear society chitter
As I roll out my blanket on the cemetery grounds
Lunch laid out like I'm sharing a meal with an old friend

But the truth is you could always find me here.
Here amongst the squirrels
Chasing each other up one magnificent tree and down it's brother.
Here where Moss flourishes and creates a bug metropolis
Here where the wind caresses birds surveying their bounty
Here where stone pillers connect me to the permanence of your essence.

Do I talk to Ghosts?
Maybe, But...
Not in the...