UNGRATEFUL DEAD

The ungrateful dead dance around my bed
as they come out of their maggot eaten coffins
they click their bones to an unsaid song
and lift their skull y heads to the rising sun
and sang a song of life and death
with mossy teeth and a liquid tongue
their bony legs tremble to the wind that blows
across their swollen eye sockets
of no return.
These my friend is the ungrateful dead...