in the empty emptied out
i get a breath of hell
that abscence supposed to be
kinder then the fire but is worse

even the hottest flame
is life of a sort
but this clerical morgue where the unamed lie
is death in chains

and here he lies with the woman who died
in an abandoned shopping plaza
and the boy who shot the school in Minnesota
next to you and me

in the frozen filing cabinet
we have all like the thief
on the wrong side of the cross
applied for a membership here

in spite, in despair, in blindness
we thought that is was life
i like to think we died most of all for us Pharisees
who wouldn't take our medicine