10.

Nothing moving, nothing still
all the things around me
don't have their own free will,
that's what they have to be.

So this is how the dead are
along the shady street,
even with their bodies marred
they greet the ones they meet.

And while they drink their fluids
and watch events go by,
they eat with the druids
their strawberry death pie.

When the party's almost done
they clean the mess they made
and wrap up the best of fun,
final sleep begins to fade.