The rise of dead

Moisten with a silent depth
The dead will rise
And will stand and recite
In a sweet little voice
The musing of the muse
Not all but selected few
Will give a chorus

Unheard, unrepentant, unprized
The coffin Will scribe
The corpse story in detail
Whose testimonials will be
Written under or top
The roof Of the coffin
Read and digested by the worms