dead people

six million or so are piled up under the city.
you can touch their skulls, femurs and scapulas if you want to...
i haven't done it myself, but i often think about it.
when i'm with them alone, sometimes i think i can hear them
thinking, hear their memories,
hear them telling me their names.
no one knows who they are; they're just dead, nameless dug-up, stacked-up dead.