We Are All Already Dead And Yet Poem by Patti Masterman

We are all already dead and yet,
having forgotten how to die,
we wander abandoned avenues till dawn
wondering what all the fuss was about.

Wondering why we still live on, wondering
what life is, or if it was only a random dream,
in the formaldehyde preserved brain-pan
of some mad-man, the present all that was left over
from his delusional impressions of a real world.

We are all already dead and yet- and yet-
life seems more precious and improbable
with each passing year.