A pretend volcano with a pretend pterosaur
Belched pretend rumblings and fumes, rivers
Of red Christmas lights for lava, over the children’s
Playground of triceratops-shaped slides, dancing
Fountains from the painted cement T-Rex.
One entrance to the play park went through the real
Cemetery beside it, with many stone benches
For contemplation encircling the plotted graves.
Actual lava littered the ground, revenants of flows
That poured over sandstones containing evidence
Of actual dinosaurs, of other species, tracks
And bones. The most strenuous imagination
Echoed, faintly, the presently remaining past.
Leaving past the tombstones, daughter happy
And fresh-faced after two hours play in the park
Asked from the back where body should like
To be buried, while specifying that her father,
Old already, live better, live long enough to allow
Her a long life herself with him always in it.
Body laughed, faintly echoing the remaining past.
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