Gravedancers Union
They’re modifying you in your sleep somehow;
While you sleep they’re milling around
And studying, rubbing their legs together making
The eerie chirping sounds;
They’re shedding old shells for you,
They’re coming unwound….
They’re modifying you in your sleep somehow
They’re passing you around
They can’t figure out what to do with you,
How to handle what they’ve found
They can’t figure out what….
They’re modifying you in your sleep somehow
They’ve removed the top layer of your fleshy gown,
But they cock their heads like curious dogs,
Because they still don’t know what they’ve found….
They’re modifying you in your sleep somehow,
They’re digging you a home in the ground,
They’re digging your hole in the ground,
But they’re still not quite sure what they’ve found….
And I have to say you
Look good, real good, with all of us standing around,
But whatever it is we want from you
I don’t know
I really can’t say what we’ve found….
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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