or, well, corpes.(it is meiyou's fault, s/he brought up a picture about corpes this afternoon) But this one is entertaining.
No Time by Billy Collins
In a rush this weekday morning,
I tap the horn as I speed past the cemetery
where my parents are buried
side by side beneath a slab of smooth granite.
Then, all day, I think of him rising up
to give me that look
of knowing disapproval
while my mother calmly tells him to lie back down.