On Entering the Churchyard

On entering the churchyard, I tilt my head,

I hear the sighs of they, the dead.

Pleased in Heaven, damned in Hell,

Above, their corpses lie in parallel.

There are those who live, yet in living dead,

Their heart torn out, breast hollowed.

To another they have sworn their heart,

Thus by emotion, rent apart.

The dead sleep now, deaf, dumb, and blind,

Old Conqueror Worm upon them dined.

All hollowed now, from heart and mind,

While the worm, the wise do find,

'Twas beaten to the mortal prey

By love, that cursed of Harpys.

Above the ground, all the Mimes,

Stand segregated by sin and crime,

Until the deaths, Harpy and Worm,

Rend their flesh, make them to squirm.

For the deaths are blind to whom they see,

And torture all men equally.

But still men flock to both deaths so

And scream to their friends, "No, friend, no,

'Tis but on this side it does look so.

Beyond the edge, affections grow!"

But what affection, tell I pray,

When to cannibals, Worm and Harpy,

I lose my mind, am hollowed,

Lose my heart, and join the dead?

Church and churchyard, we flock to see,

Our friends delivered to misery.

For the words, "I do" and "Lay to rest"

Do signal we have failed the test.

We don't resist, struggle no more,

Are content to lie beyond Death's door.