lets get all our problems dead and buried
but wed still linger for weeks in the cemetery
each tombstone marked with an argument
that will never rise up from the ground again

but we'd still stay there searching for zombies
the walking dead words that still harbor longing
because we're still chained to decaying corpses
of angry verbs that helped push us forward

& once were unbound from those severed limbs
& link our reaching hands together instead
we can leave the graveyard through the iron gates
& step into a love which we cannot escape