Because I Could Not Stop For Death

After English 12 Literature (Honours ;D) whenever I see poems we studied, I love them. But anyway, that's not my point of this post. Every day on the skytrain I pass a graveyard. The graves are sad to look at, sure, there are so many of them. That's what caught my attention at first. The vast amount of graves that indicated dead people and then I thought of the dead people and how it's kinda gross that we all just put them in the same place, but then something else bummed me out even more. The fields and fields of grass. Nothing but grass. That represents all the deaths that are predicted to happen. I know everyone and everything dies, but nothing shines a lot on it more than the acres and acres of land that graveyard owners [who owns the land anyway? And if it's just a random person, why would they want to own it?] have.