it's a new miracle. corpses can walk. two kissed in the kitchen this afternoon. then parted to decay.

what a wonder of science. through duty, dead eyes can see. look interested. alive. and because of the same, mute voices can croak so beautifully what is expected of them outside the bedroom.

our lifeless fingers work. they spin time into a ball. a great waste on our dead bodies. the sun could shine and turn our skin black. the buzzing flies would register no sounds. what a chemical breakthrough, none of our friends can detect the smell.