A TOAD MORE DEAD THAN ALIVE

At the surface
Down the base of a well
A toad, head protruding
Was summoning
Someone hazy, peeping
Down below the look;
In many an undefined croaks

No rope, no wheel
And still the urge
To get away from the shackle.
Rasping his voice
To smoother the soul;
May be, the sound
Could do the job

Floating a dead life, he
Reasoned an understanding
A firm believer, and
Reached a conclusion:
A cemetery will surely
Be erected, because
Death will not part him alone

He could now understand, that
Which he could not
Call his own, was
Just the panacea
For all the living dead!