I came across this fascinating and thoughtful poem. I hope it probes your mind as it did to mind.
Why were the dead so timid while
they lived? In mind, they step in
groans; toes en pointe to test the sand.
Despite traversing seas and rushing
gold—they still seem cautious
to a madness. Why did they not act
more like us? I kid. Still, why were
the dead so timid while they lived?