To a corpse

I know you're not breathing,
But through habit, I imagine your chest,
Shifting imperceptibly.

You scare me because
Any moment you might
Rear up from your coffin
And say

You're different because,
Your spirit is waning,
You seem to feel nothing,
You're cold,
And you're very, very
Only the occasional snap, crackle of the froth
Breaks your silence.

Your smell is not a nice kind of,
But I like you because
You live such a simple life,
Lying there,
Rotting away
In a complete absence of opportunity
And you show me the future of my life
May be better than I imagined.

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