A Question to Sunrise

Nowadays often, I ask myself, 

I stare outside the window and I ask myself,

The train crawls on broken tracks 

The sun burns the shattered backs

As the soul dies and the body collides 

I ask myself: what is a dead body? 

The rotten visage, an animalistic cadaver 

Because animals weep  to their mothers on sunless nights 

Because humans make me sleep to the sound of a wailing child

I ask myself: why is animosity bad and humanity good 

I ask myself: what is a dead body? 

Body and soul; Aristotle and Dante 

The soul is humane; The body remains 

Blues and greens/purple and reds 

Bruising arms/hands and legs

The body dies at midnight; it's a sunless night

The birds screech in the fear that humanity creates. 

Animosity crawls into kindness that humanity erased.

I ask myself: what is a dead body?