death rotts

 the pitter pat,the spiderling

the moons death overiding

dirt rat tied unto a dream

sometimes semi wondering

better dead then adored

hear the willow trees moaning

here seven corpse lie startled

stirred up rotten unto the world

forgotten muscle spasm hurled

in an orgasm before deciding

so many graves and tender partings

so much to love yet love shall fade away

upon a day under doorway blessings

unhallowed old age artifce and failed design

here that is to say lie buried:several dreamers

startled from dreams in waking

simply stating suicides delight in dreaming

under sawdustboards constantly exhuming

multifaceted desires and nothing more

i quote the bard and yet none profiting

nor am i from my own words:absurd

but i shall seek a grave quietly expiring

where you and your own silence is all

thus uttered