Oh, The Dead. Poem by Morgan Stanton

Oh, the dead.
Rotting fast in their sleep.
Their secrets they have hid,
Are never to be known.
No voice for them to speak.
No ear to listen.
But you can't help but to wonder,
When you walked the earth,
What terrible happening
Have you caused?
You changed the way the earth moves,
In some way.
In some small way.
What secrets are hidden,
beneath the floorboards
that you've onced lived upon?
Have you caused pain?
Have you caused someone to suffer?
These questions will never be answered,
For now your buried
deep beneath the ground.
But one day, i'm sure of
You'll rise once more
To tell the secrets untold.
So we can stop the curiosty.
The earth will once more
Shake under your touch
as you rise from you slumber.
Dirt will fall from your shoulders,
as you ascend from the soil.
You will cause fear.
You will cause caos.

Welcome back to earth.
Greetings.
Tell me, dear sir,
What secrets have you hid?