The Odd-Fellows Cemetery

We are a civilized people
We bury our dead
And lay stones upon them
To keep down their heads.

In the sealed apartments
The sleepers move through time
Losing their integrity
And turning into lime.

The angels sit upon the stones
To keep them in their places
Some are very heavy
But some have many graces.

Some have built great monuments
So they may move about
Within hermetic chambers
Which prevent their getting out.

In the sealed apartments
The sleepers move through time
Losing their integrity
And turning into lime.

The earth keeps spinning, silently
We fear the things we cannot see
We try to keep them bound and yet
The tighter they're bound, the freer they get.