There are cement slabs,
Of faded messages
They said things like,
"Beloved Son"
"Wonderful Husband"
"Great in Bed"
Wait, I made that one up.
But, Still,
There's something about them,
Something that sparks sympathy,
And sentiment
Inside of me.
Then, you turn,
And with a crooked grin,
You say, in a possessed voice:
"Watch out!
There might be spirits about!"
And then,
I remember,
It's only All Hollow's Eve.