What an unquiet grave
A tomb so un-still
Howls rising in the night
The souls so dark and ill.
Now sing “Rest in Peace.”
You sing “Rest in Peace.”
What an unquiet grave,
We hear your foot falls pass.
Whilst we rant and rave
Your hands, they point, you laugh.
Laughing “rest in peace.”
“Poor fools, rest in peace.”
God’s cast-offs,
Live behind iron bars
God’s last thoughts
Were of earthly black scars.
For the lunatics need
These irons ‘bout their wrists.
For we lunatics plead
For death’s noble kiss.
Hell unsheathes in our eyes
The eyes of the weak
Wicked and then tragic
Avert yours when we speak.
You will rest in peace.
You know Rest and Peace.
Heretical writings
Ask you to touch the madman’s sick bare hand
Without your gloves.
Contagions damned!
Heretical writings
Ask that you visit this restless old grave
Out of your love
Even touch the mud
Leaving flowers with cards “from…”
What an unquiet grave.
