Here Amongst the Dead....

A wondrous place of delightful solitude.....

Where others usually come in a gloomy mood..

I call it my refuge here among the cement beds...

With everyone dressed in their finest threads....

Yet not one word is cast past their lips.....

They just rest with eyes a total eclipses....

With friends guarding them upon high....

Black feathers pour down from the sky.....

With “Caw” and “Kraa” they rattle as I walk by....

Giving them a slight sigh....

Yet their is one that stands upon the stone messenger of GOD.....

To welcome me in his crowing laud....

As I climb back down into my bed.....

For at last I may finally rest my head....

Here amongst the dead...