All Tomorrow's Funerals

Crematorium spewing ashes up into the
Black horizon
Celebrate your death at birth, the only
Certainty is bying
The candles have been lit, they number 13 as the dusk grows close
Filling in the earthen holes, the days
Of life decayed and over
Slip into the casket
It’s the only home you’ll ever know
In a world where life surrenders
Only mountains of the dead will grow
All across the stricken planet graveyard
Fingers stretch and grasp
Tombstone in the eyes of all, the
Left behinds who breathe their last
Ceremonies futile as the carcasses pile
To the sky
The only sound is weeping and of vultures'
Bloody shrieking cries.