all the hatred in this town 
teams up and re-enters the scene 
it shakes and shivers what is left 
right out of him 
"oh these scavengers", he thinks 
"here they come again to feast 
on the dead and the weak, the young and the old. 
burning souls and serving bodies cold." 
"i'm daring brighter days 
to show me different ways 
than the ones bringing me here 
with my lungs in the stratosphere." 
their conversations become insults and the other way around, 
their silence creates topics with deeper meaning yet to be found 
switching hatred for reflection and simplicity for taste, 
routine for affection and content for waste. 
death everywhere 
death everywhere 
six feet under or overground 
death all around