From the Vicissitudes

Does the dead not walk? I woke up in the middle of last night drained, In my castle built in the stark blank, I was like the vulture beaten by wild rain storm. Does the dead not walk? The fragrance which pefumed from my body was alluring, But it stunk on the people's nostrils, In that I know I have been to a place. Does the dead not walk? I stood up from my burial mat, throttled on my right limb and staggered, I throttled on my left and fell, Just like in the space, The altitude told my heaves. Does the dead not walk? Men took to heels and I hollered, Poor rat, stinking poor rat, Living a dead man's life. Does the dead not walk? My stomach was slate clean, As I yawned my last pint of vigor, Three strings of saline fluids streamed to my cheeks, And my tongue called for more. Does the dead not walk? I am a walking dead in the human world.