If the dead should talk

    The grave beckons
    Eternal ubiquitous intelligence beatified in utter quietude
    Is the dead really asleep or helplessly awake
    A comfortable summation for the finite mind
    Or a glaring opposite of the dead´s greatest wish.

    Abode in godlike eternity, how they exist baffles me
    All the dead of centuries past
    At peace after mundane squabbles or engaged in wars unpublished?
    Angry at discarded ancient adoration?
    Vengeful at businesses unresolved?
    Exciting mystery, death show thyself without me.

    Have I witnessed it?
    A Grecian gift pregnant with Eden´s forbidden fruit
    Though choice, my choice wasn´t even solicited
    Chorus decision, Cromwellian prison, chains and the stake
    Silence, deathly silence hid my rage
    What death´s eyes sees I saw
    And wondered how the dead reacts.

    If the dead should talk
    What dreadful revelations lies in such silent mystery
    What fearful oracle of events yet un-conceived
    What potent solution of present woes
    But silence, a pity nature stays unmoved.