Where Do The Dead Go Poem by Patti Masterman

Where do the dead go,
When we've left them alone?
Is a coffin what
They'd really call home;

Or a graveyard,
Where they read their name;
How much are death
And living the same?

Where to hang their hats,
Having no head;
Where would they sleep,
Since having no bed.

If they were naked
How could you tell;
Or if they took walks,
Would they leave no trail?

Do they get lonely
If no one's around;
Do they find it damp
Down under the ground.

Can they fall in love;
Can they cry a tear;
Do they have a sense
That a loved one's near?

Is it strange to fall in love
With someone who's dead;
Knowing what you'd want to say
Can never be said?