The Earthquakes shakes makes the dry bones shiver

As a child I often wondered

If ever there would come a time

In the far away future when

So many people died that the graveyards were full

And we had to keep opening new cemeteries

That would eventually be filled too

All the fields, forest, empty lots would be transformed

Until all dry land had death beneath it

Forever miles and miles gone

Every three feet a headstone would stand forth

So that you couldn’t drive or

Fertilize the land or

Build a house or

Live

Enough room only to share a bunk bed with a zombie

 

You would learn to live your life around death

No longer able to ignore man’s greatest fear

You would become desensitized

By it, by them, by us

Respect replaced with annoyance

From those taking up your space and time