When I visit the Cemetery, it’s always a Sunday. 

If you go to the cemetery on a Monday, you will regret it.

Mrs. Jones will be there, crying her heart out, like she has

For the past 22 years. She acts as if her husband just died.

He passed long ago, before the trees saw green leaves,

Before the rivers swallowed the woods whole. Every god

Damn Monday, Mrs. Jones will be there. If you go to the

Cemetery on a Tuesday, you will regret that. Mr. Harper

Will be there, praying at the foot of his daughter’s grave.

While the white lilac weep beside her, her father keeps

On praying. For reasons only he knows, the yellow sun

Will never glow. At least not on this cemetery anymore.

If you go to the Cemetery on a Wednesday, you’ll regret it.

Mrs. DaDalt and Ms. Susan will be there. These two

Ancient grandmothers walk their little dogs around the

Cemetery every Wednesday. While one has her curlers

Still in, the other chain smokes. I suggest you wait to

Visit. If you go to the cemetery on a Thursday, you will

Regret it right away. You will meet the landscape crew.

He is also known as, Creepy Richard. He doesn’t shower

For what looks like two weeks at least. The man wears the

Same overalls and flannel shirt, and he has no front teeth.  

And his hair looks like a silver wire brush, and snake tongues.

He has one glass eye and doesn’t speak English, that is Creepy

Richard. If you go to the cemetery on Friday, you will regret it.

Every Friday is Funeral Day. They have funerals only on Fridays.

You don’t want to be a part of someone you don’t know. I

Suggest you wait to visit the Cemetery. If you go to the Cemetery 

On Saturday, I know you’ll regret that. The Church people 

Come by and they bless every stone and every grave until

Sundown. Their generosity to the dead is nice, but don’t visit 

The Cemetery on Saturdays. On Sundays we visit the Cemetery. 

The beginning of the week or the end for some. The Cemetery

Is quiet as a library and as lonely as a black heart.

But no one will bother you on a Sunday, in the Cemetery.

When I visit the Cemetery, it’s always a Sunday.