The Walking Dead

        Tears of grief are falling
     

        From every eye
     

        Shall I not laugh
     

        And carouse and fly?
     

        The world is dead
     

        To the morning lark
     

        Its bosom gushes forth
     

        The milk of human grief
     

        Somewhere distant
     

        A child laughs aloud
     

        And I start
     

        Taken aback: shocked
     

        People are dying, people are crying
     

        The streets are full of tears
     

        The graveyards are crowded
     

        Who has died now?
     

        Is it man himself?
     

        Or is it the joy in him?
     

        The child that lives within?
     

        I want to laugh
     

        Can I commit this folly?
     

        Amidst a throng of men
     

        The walking dead!