Cemetery Rut

Behind the white church

With the steeple

Holes have been dug

For many people

Those people don't move

They stay in the ground

They stay in their rut

They don't make a sound

They can get sun

They can get showers

Tombs decorated

With beautiful flowers

Manicured landscaping

The green grass cut

In spite of all this

They stay in their rut

Day after day

In the same room

Year after year

In the same tomb

We can live our life

Stagnant and strange

Digging our ruts

Fighting change

We can stick to the usual

Perform the customary

Yet we will be no different

Than a beautiful cemetery