I Breathe

I breathe; I think; I slumber and I wake I feel; I hear; I scream for pity’s sake I push; I shove with little left to give But six feet neath new fallen leaves, I live I breathe the fumes of my putrefaction As I lie cramped with limited action I hear the sound of my life below ground Six hundred years worth of worms slinking round I feel the splinters of oak ’neath my nails Each - one less day till persistence prevails I sense that I shall enjoy the night soon And be undead by the light of my moon And now, there it is; the smell of the night Your silver glint in the sky gives me flight Those who interred me are many years dead Their progeny live; and I must be fed Shall any man notice your renewed glee Your moonlight to them is daylight to me I knew you were waiting, o light of mine For we are coupled by ancient design Warm me, my moon, my midnight accomplice Restore my flesh; we’ve much to accomplish Descendants of men who left you to grieve Shall scream in the night when they hear me breathe