Dead Man

At night the padded feet walk 

On muddy ground towards the top 

Of the mountain from where the eyes can see 

As far the world as you want it to be. 

He lets out a strangled cry 

Waking up people who die. 

Miles ahead from the yard 

Falls down a broken shard 

And the coffin top slides a whisper 

Suddenly the air is cold and crisper 

Wearing a hood rises a man from his bed 

Though alive now, he was on dead.