Le Revenant

My Uncle from the realms of Death
Returned to draw an early breath
And as he walked upon the heath
The wild wind whistled through his teeth.

He came unto a habitation
That was the centre of a nation
He knocked upon each house and said:
It is much better to be dead.

And when they stoned him from the door
He vowed he would come back no more.

-Stevie Smith