Best Cadavers Poems

they wept  
they crept
 but i cradled death unto its first steps and what i loved has fallen with me 
to weild a blade are to weild this tale i come before my fears 
darker than the sea and the only enmy i see...

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Can the textile, woven soft,
Wrapped round cushions, made for traded monies,
Hold through wear and treads of bones, spent by those to be beneath me?

What is made for you, me and we--
Rather than paper or liquidation--
Are the metals melded to be,
Or just to briefly bear bonds...

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If those buried beneath us
could rise today,
would they run to any patch of sunlight,
make snow angels, heap-up snowmen,
stick blackened bones into white bodies?
Would they fashion a bright face
from tooth stumps and icy eye-sockets?
Sadly I imagine that some,
(the frost-jelled and un-melting),
might return to crumbling factories
or defunct...

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