we bought plots but not caskets

you lie there with your eyes closed
like there's no one yelling your name
you always play dead when you have a moment of silence
I tell you it's no different than running a fifty yard dash
you'll be out of breath and down on your back either way
don't you think that maybe it's time we dig you a new grave
with marble etchings and flowers to mask that smell, your smell, your self imposed stink
the truth is you're gone gone gone away
disappeared in moments when you can't hear the words I say, your self imposed silence
I wonder if they make tandem caskets
then even if we change and fall back into this noisy bed
we'll have fallen together
self imposed silence is not fun if you have nothing to be silent about
put the x's over my eyes
and I'll stick my tongue out
and pray to be food for carrion
let's make our cemetery and remember how it feels to have a place we can call our own
now that's something I can lie in silence about
gone gone gone, lie down, we're gone