mall rat

Let me carry you
Where honking coffins hurtle past
And zombie feet zoom away.
Stay alive;
Listen to Lazarus’ heartbeats
Pounding consciously
At the whirling cemetery’s sojourn
At our animated timidity.
Open your eyes
As the buried is risen
Right where the funeral lights are cast
Where mourning strays about
Bags of commodified dust.
Shed your last liquid grief
And awaken your belief
That this dispirited mall
May not be the wettest graveyard
After all.