My QR Cemetery

Wearing my Pestalozzi smiling brace

It is Time to go visit my beloved at Montparnasse

(Wearing the brace is mandatory)

If you are caught with a tear or a sob

The sentence is particularly harsh

So many call it "Montsourrire"

It's a place where you flash a smile

Weaving through the small cobblestoned alleys

I find myself finally in front of Him

I pull out my smartphone an point it at his stone

I can sense the scanning, beaming

Split lights that gloriously connect me to his site

Every stone now has a QR:

Next to me, behind me

Gracious faces are all smiling

A new poem appears

(He programmed many before passing)

It goes:

"I love you more than a thousand garbage trucks

The great expectation I had

When that noisy rumble and flashing lights that came down 

Our street at sunrise

When tons of trash would be trucked away

Never to be seen again

Pales to the expectation I lived to hear your breath 

to see the flash in your eyes

and the rumble in your soul."

A tear dribbles down my cheek that is about to twitch

Thankfully my smiling brace holds firm

Then the poem is interrupted with a film about apples and compote

There is buffering

I can hear the music coming from my neighbor's QR Stone

It is the Avengers, not the Avengers super heroes but the one with

Emma Peel and John Steed 

Ironically I am holding onto an umbrella and 

wearing kinky black boots

Suddenly I feel elated

floating

full of digital love

Condensation floated out of my mouth that cool November morning 

Then I remember SMOG

The scientific measurement of ghosts

I quickly turn the scanner on me

I need to QR myself, now!