For the Unseen

This is heart breaker,
Tomb raper,
Sky raker,
The indecision
Of unhappy housewives
In bottomless pits of lives.
A masquerade,
The piecemeal soul,
The toll
Of bells at midnight
In sleepy,
Cobwebbed villages.
The crowd
Of vacant visages
Shared between empty men.
The unsighed sigh
That devours us whole
And feeds us all
From an empty bowl.
We are here, like lies,
Unnoticed,
And the animals are at the slaughterhouse door
Crying, "Someone was buried alive, alive,
Alive under this floor."