The Quiet Dead by T.J. CarverWhat perversion makes him
the skeleton in the crypt?
How deep will it bury him
to hide it from the truth?
Are the muted cries
and the silent screams
heavy on the heart?
This empty casket funeral,
a lovesong for the grave.
What silence grips this skeleton
as it rattles in its crypt.
How the worm-rich earth doth fill its lungs
from beneath the breathing world.
Are the dusty tears it weeps a comfort
as the screams begin to die.
It lays to rest within the calm,
a dirge-song for his love. 12/14/2007 Posted on 12/14/2007 Copyright © 2025 T.J. Carver
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