Awaken the Dead

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser








Have you ever held someone’s
hand as they took their
last breath,

Known the settling coldness of the
Corpus corporum,

Closed vacant eyes for viewing?

Death has so many faces:

Tragedy, Blessing,
Deserving,
and Time.

You,

The Living Dead,

Which one is looking
back at you from
mirror and mask?

Headstones of greed,
coffins of the self-centered heart
buried under fears
and trivialities.

At what price have you
sold your soul and that
of your neighbor?

At what price have you
sold the souls of the generations
that would have come?

The obese ego enslaves
and starves the body,
whipping its hide with
self criticism and doubt.

You have taken your own
life.

But, this zombie poison
has an antidote
unmatched by plant,
pufferfish, or toad.

I call the people of the
world to

A wake.

2003-2011/Jamie K. Reaser