Valley of the Dead

The ghosts of the palliative care ward have been following me
 Whispering through the clear plastic lining over their dead bodies
 Their diapers and their feces still on the hospital sheets
 They're dead but they're still up walking around
 And they say to me
 "Death is pretty sweet"
 We're in the Valley of the Dead
 Cremated bodies in the air
 And the rotten ones underneath
 Where we harvest the food we eat
 I'm not scared of death because death's all over me
 I've been spending my time hanging out in hospital wards
 Bringing flowers and love letters to my quadriplegic baby
 The ache of his colostomy bag and his blood transfusions
 His medication makes him so sleepy
 But he still whispers to me
 "Death is pretty sweet"
 We're in the Valley of the Dead
 Bodies turn to liquid in the heat
 The particles crawl into our pores
 And they soak into our wooden floors
 I'm not scared of death because death's all over me
 I'm not scared of death because death's all over me