The Deathwalker

Row on Row, my patience grating,
                      Row on Row, for I was waiting
                      By walking by the silent dead
                   Where they rest and lie there head.

                      Nevertheless, they will rise
                       For man's ultimate demise
                 The women will scream, the men will cry
                    But one by one, they all will die.

                    In the night my thoughts go down
                       Down six feet undrground
                    I ponder and wonder why the dead
                    Why they sleep in their soft bed.

                        How they wait eternally
                       Remains a mystery unto me
                     They are patient, my silent kin
                  While I am restless, and walk with men.