Amputheatre

I try to breath them life again, to see the corpses dance
To see them walk and play and run as best they can
I simulate their movements, pull upon the wires
My theater of the dead, gives these once late infants life

In my cellar is where I make my friends
They come to life on my table again
My drill and wire is all that I need
To bring my rotting dead family back to me

I shall spend hours trying to make them move
Replace the shattered joints with bolts and screws
The body clamped in the grips of my vice
I try my best not to crack the bones inside

I screw a bolt into the back and neck
I wrap wire around them both to keep the head erect
I drill holes in their feet and hands
And reinforce the round wounds as best I can

In my cellar is where I make my friends
They come to life on my table again
My drill and wire is all that I need
To bring my rotting dead family back to me