They have dug it up down past the last floor
The outlying buildings as well as the core

But the dead, the dead are still there
Clustered about with an isotopic stare
The x-ray machines worked day and night
And filled the dead with a hint of light

Those standing out brightest in the set
Dr.’s and nurses long caught in the net
The x-rays shot out and down and pooled
Along floors and toes tagged and cooled

Down past records, and the morgues place
Down ever down to the iron furnace case
But the dead, the dead are still there
Clustered about with an isotopic stare

They’ve built a new hospital at the other end of town
Far from where old x-rays continue to seep down
In comfortable couches and chairs all along the wall
The dead sit comfortably in what can be mistaken for a mall

If you stroll down the main thoroughfare
And feel the presence of something that’s not there
Try and catch a glimpse from the corner of your eye
Exactly what it is you are passing by

And if that doesn’t give you pause to think
Nor give you the desire for a tall stiff drink
Remember the dead are still there
Clustered about with an isotopic stare