Danse Macabre

We those who are dead
Don't let's try on the dancing shoes anymore
While clothes are just rotting off, thoughts laid bare
A storm of sunlight is beating outside on the soil
Or is it snow of the moon
No matter--
It's all been the same weather since we fell
The first, second, or first day of endlessness
It's true the wind brings you answers
But we never used to understand
And we couldn't care less now
Cozy in our claustrophobia
We stare an eyeless stare
So de-compose your wishful compositions
What you take for the remainder of your heartbeats
Is only the footsteps of some stranger passing by


('98)