A poem of the living dead.
He dug himself up from the ground
After sleeping
In his pinewood box for a while
His teeth stained
His flesh pealing
His eyes sewn shut
He coughed the dirt from his lungs
And went on his way;
No acknowledgment
for the girl
With the lantern
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