Un Poema

I wrote this poem last night... it doesn't have a title... I then ask you to read the poem and then comment on what you think the title should be. Okay? Ready, go.

Above the graveyard,
in the old
abandoned
house,
there's a light on in the upstairs
room.
The one second from the right...
A ghost or perhaps the keeper of the crypts
the ossuaries
the mausoleums.
Or perhaps he's just a necrophilic hobo.