Immaterial

They look for all the world
like porceline dolls
around the grave

and for spite of all their
dressed interventions
they will remain

The lights flash, bodies move
strings and springs bind them
behind their eyes

unlocked and come undone
disperate made better
in darkest dream

And so it goes and grows
until dearth returns
with change unbound

they sit in grave demure
waiting for time when
ashes fall down

But a silent voice cries
and no ear will hear
the words screamed

I'm still here, I'm still here
like an angel on the freeway wall
I'm still here
why do you act
like it's nothing at all
like I'm not real
not real
at all