Exsanguinating dreams of rosy capital
An on'ry worm persists among earthly pursuits
Deflowering death and deficits existential
Lining walls of mason jars with carbonated blood
Left to the britzkas with caskets in tow and in chain
The assumption of living, a cadaver's surmise
Through the cold mud and slushing misery
Summon non-entities of imperturbable silence
Aroused by a Garden, incapable of motion
Demand its harvest from the winter soil
Elastic tissue, inflating to the surface
Economies of larvae spawn in violent recession
The purchase of deeds of every mass grave
The sale of tombstones for advertisement space
Leave no resurrection for wealth in finality
Leave no insurrection for colonized mortality
There are No Heirs to inherit Dead Souls,
What possesses me to own all the Dead?