Bargaining

I am suspicious of graveyards
Manicured lawns and lively flowers
For the dead.

I am suspicious of the stuff
Who wear a smile planted on white teeth
While they gate-keep the dead.

It all must be a rouse,
After the burials, they undig the dead
To bury then with another body. 

To save time
To save money 
​To save space for the dead.