A moment in the mortuary

stagnant bodies
starring continuously,
as if to talk, to walk, to jump
one asked a question
why toiling, why struggle?
this manure body of the earth,
and the divorced breath soul.

take a walk here with me,
where stars seize to shine
golds seize to glitter
where the strong and the weak harmonize,
where the poor and the rich unites
life is a journey, journey it well,
I took a moment to the mortuary.