THE GRAVE HOPPERS

 

THE GRAVE HOPPERS

By Lance Inkwell

 

Come leapfrog the gravestones with me

 

Up and over the dead who are under

Up and over from one to another

Oh, what a delight it will be

 

Come leapfrog the gravestones with me

 

Over graves we’ll leap — beneath harvest moons

Our hands on the shoulders of marble tombs

Skipping with autumn leaves

 

Come leapfrog the gravestones with me

 

With each plot we skip a year will go by

We’ll age as we jump and laugh at time’s flight

Oh, what a life it will be

 

Come leapfrog the gravestones with me

 

With the grace of toads we’ll hop every row

And the dead won’t mind should we count as we go

For like them we soon shall be

 

Come leapfrog the gravestones with me

 

And on the last stone we’ll carve our names deep

To take up a grave so that others may leap

Oh, what a death it will be

 

Come leapfrog the gravestones with me