the best place to think is among the dead
for the dead do not know thought
as they lie in their dirt encrusted beds
they do not know that they rot
but I know this, as here I sit
among their lonely remains
they anchor me to the present
with their silent screams of pain
but among the screams, there seems to be
a tiny spark of joy
a hope that knows no limits 'spite
the life of which is void
the best place to think is among the dead
for the dead know more than I
and somehow, though it's far away
they grant me peace for a while
