Laura D. Rodriguez
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Lying rigid within their staterooms
Whilst floating atop the sea of dead,
The spirits chuckle while the mourners loom,
Filing obliviously past their beds.
The living, sadder about their impending doom
Lowly hung heads, overlooking the padlocked tombs,
And the omniscient reasoning that only the dead rest upon:
If you are never buried, then you are never really gone.