the dead
are not knowledgeable.
they
know nothing,
ask them.
silence is
what you get.
so I wonder,
if there a heart
in you.
a voice.
a movement
of blood coursing
through
your veins, or
have you decided
to lay
low, go cold.
be stiff below
the ground
of us.
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