Stumps where bushes were

"The only thing they pay attention to is the internet," said a woman cutting flowers at the cemetery guard shack. "I wrote to complain," I said, "and got not response." Oh, I wrote to them. It's gotta be Yelp, she said. Lilith and I had just completed a circuit of the cemetery and had seen ever more stumps, where plants had been. One long hedge now resembles a jaw missing teeth. (So that small children can now see the mountain view?) A long bending line of bushes was down around one of the flagpoles. A Filipino worker, gathering up shreds of shrubs, told me everything was getting uglier. He laughed when I muttered, "baby Trump." And, on the way out, the sign at the entrance had been cleared of shrubbery, so you can see the word MORTUARY in all its glory. Those were bushes where cats hid.