Huffing The Dead

Come
Let us be one
Gather around the smoking stack
Utter not a trifle word
Don't turn your back
Shut your eyes

And just breathe

Huff and huff
Each curly wisp and whirly puff
Of what we just can't seem to get enough

Listen

Imagine

As the body
In the furnace below your feet
Begins to crispen

And just breathe

Breathe

Euphorium orgasmic
Crematoriatic
Grey matter charged with static
As millions of dilated
Neuronal receptors in your attic
Can't contain the bliss

Breathe

Breathe

Breathing in the Dead

There's nothing else in the world quite like this