(A dark voice whispers)
We the dead
Envy you
The living
You know
Crying
Watching
Everywhere you go
From our new bedrooms
In quiet tombs
Underground
Worldwide
In this endless winters snow
Saying
Look at all those crazy fools
Suddenly dying
They'll all
Be coming here
Soon
To gather in our
Dark Black Watchers
Fields
With us
The new night breed
Turning slowly to
Pitiful dust
Filled with dry tears
And crying eyes
Endlessly
Whispering too
Why did we listen to paid-for lies
For when that bastard Covid Man
Comes a calling
With his shiny black medication bag
Filled with backhanded bribes
All living things
Filled with rarer than gold
Pure loosh and fear
Start
A falling
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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