The Dead Man s Dream

As I lay down dying a floor for my bed
And a bundle of newspaper under my head
I dreamed a dream as strange as could be
Concerning myself and somebody like me
We were in some city the stranger and me
The houses were open the streets empty
The windows were bare the pavements dirty
I asked where I was my companion ignored me
We entered a graveyard
And searched for a tombstone
The graves were disturbed
And the coffins wide open
And the corpses were rotten
Yet each one was living
Their eyes were alive with maggots crawling
I cried out in fear but my voice had left me
My legs were deformed yet I moved quite freely
My head was on fire yet my hands were icy
And everywhere light yet darkness engulfed me
I managed to scream
And woke from my slumber
I thought of my dream
And lay there and wondered
Where had I been what could it mean
It was dark in the deathroom
As I slithered under