We Are the Dead

We are the dead We are the dead We are the dead I look left, I see death My right is in conversation with death Behind me, the falling steps of death I hear In converse, I see the rotten teeth of death stain with the blood of its victims We are the dead, this is the mantra in my heart No scientific inquiries have an answer to this age old oppressor No matter how holy, sly and careful we try to please him We are the dead There is no heaven in the hospital It is the headquarters of death The environment is vulnerable It is like cuddling up with death The doctors die, judges die, executioners die and everybody dies. We are all guilty and indebted to this prowling predator. We are the dead We are the dead We are the dead.