20 Years A Corpse

20 Years A Corpse

Well, I am Dead, quite Dead,
Dead like a Dead.
A corpse for two decades
With no heart or head.

I belong to the Mortals
As I cease to instaurate
And harbor a cause too terrene,
Which pretends to satiate.

Wavy times vainly instilled
Elixir at instances
To shudder the quondam corpse
Belittled by fleeting glances.

Or, am I dead? Not so dead,
Drained although profusely.
Volcanogenic as we are,
May belch to life with glee.

A cometary resurrection
Much less hurried,
For a 20 years corpse
But still not buried.