A dead man came to town today
to find a place to lie.
We told him that our graves were full
of those much too young to die.

We offered him a place to sit,
to wait his time in shade,
but his bones never stopped their pace,
unable to take aid

The breeze carried his arid words
from his uneven stride:
he would seek a way underground
to find sleep long denied.

A dead man passed through town today,
he found no place to stay.
A dead man passed through town today,
but he did not pass away.