Dead Men Talking

They are dead men talking and walking a lie,
As only dead men know what it is to live without life.

Dead men speak words that never reach the fruit of being,
Because dead men can't enjoy the rapture of real seeing.

They are dead men content in their dead-waking world,
As only dead men confer stiffly in rust-laden words.

Dead men hear sounds in foggy-dim dimension,
Because dead men are confined to black-and-white pretension.

They are dead men who will cease to be, no understanding of eternity,
As only dead men don't know to want something so full and so pristine.

Dead men are wholly unfamiliar with hopeful excitations,
Because dead men can't feel with their weak-pale heart simulations.

But if dead men discover how to talk and walk in truth,
Through dead men comes the seed to save the whole world.