Sleep in the Churchyard

by flammeusgladius

Sleep in the Churchyard

 
The empty conversation of the dead:
Sleep in the churchyard, lad; you’ll get your fill
Of vain recriminations not quite said.
The empty conversation of the dead?
By such gray subtleties you will be led
Beyond the borders of your lonely will.
The empty conversation of the dead:
Sleep in the churchyard, lad; you’ll get your fill!

 
–Tom Riley