Taking the Cemetery Short-cut on a Damp Day Cool rain brings freshness. Tall stones glisten. Pattering leaves above. I wait beneath the canopy, Amongst the quiet dead. No deluge comes. Drops cool upon my head, Bring me no pain. Soft summer rain. The council cuts, And yet does not: Wild weeds abound. The dead surround. They feel no pain, In soft summer rain. Thin in plastic clothes, His mind senses cold. In shirtsleeves, A plump man shivers. Expectation prevails. I don't feel pain, From soft summer rain.