The Shit of Adim Witt

Cemetery statues
Are alive;
When you see
Them 
late at Night;
after you’ve
had a joint
& a Pint
(or three or four
or maybe five?).

They communicate,
Or they try-
Slow movement of their 
lidless eyes.
They crawl to find
You
frozen tight,
a sculptured fright

An uninscribed masterpiece
In stone,
Strangely hard 
to ignore.