Peace for the Dead

The dead will have their peace in the eternity after we all have gone.

Leave the dead in peace,
they say. But the dead
will have their peace
in the eternity after
we all have gone.
Until then, let me see
the dead, paint the dead.
Let me grasp for the dead,
mock the dead, scream
at the dead. Let me crush
the bones of the dead
with my irreverent feet
while the worms fuck them
in their graves.