Living Graveyard

Graveyard for the living Is what I saw that day. Reeked of death and decay. Gray and dank, each tomb filled With two or three dead ones. The tombstones: poorly cut Typed names, easily switched With the next occupant. Endless rooms full of dead. Unwanted and forgot The dead lived, technically. Sitting, staring, blankly. TVs on, curled alone Knowing the reason for Their prison. One escaped. As he wheeled out they stood Watching with envy as The ambulance he rode. Another corpse moved in, The tombstone removed and replaced with another. Again full, the endless Halls of the dead go on Dying, waiting for the End with help from no one.