night time walk

I tried to get into the cemetery tonight but couldn’t.
They seal them up at night with a padlock and a chain like a bicycle.
It’s to keep people out, teenagers who taint and disrespect everything they touch, but I cant help thinking it’s to keep something in too. The horror movie buff wants to see hands coming out of the grass.
I sit, instead, in a playground; somehow no less morbid. Absent of children, with drug-use preventing safety lights casting shadows off the see-saw and making dog prints on the sand look like acne scars on the moon, it’s like a mythical underworld.
A fat man in a tuxedo and bowtie walk a dog no further than forty feet into the adjacent green space. The clouds in the sky reflect the pink-orange glow of the city under them and look a little like renaissance flesh.
But there is no magic.
A darkly sensual vampire does not emerge from the mist to sit opposite me on the see-saw, I do not hear the distant howl of a wolf, only traffic. The jungle gym gleams in the energy efficient white light. It looks like plastic candy.