Playground Monsters

My favorite friends were draped in shrouds 

As my sandbox lay on funeral mound

They rolled my ball, I rolled their bones

They jump and skip as I raise some more.

Their dead rows rise at the Man Hunt Tree 

The next game played: we gain now three. 

A Hopscotch-hangman, a Four Square fiend...

Simon says: "You're the next to swing!"

Tag, you're it! Death plays for keeps:

Red light, Green light, bus stop sleep. 

    See, see, my playmate, come out to play with me, 

We kick the can now in the cemetery. . .