The Deer in the Cementary

I saw a deer walking in a graveyard.
And wondered if it knew it strolled amongst the dead.
I pondered about this long and hard,
Until at a stone the animal turned and bowed it's head.
Perhaps it is an over imaginative mind,
But I swore I read in this deer's eye,
A question of the self-reflection kind
Directed at the head of the one who had to die.

And again maybe I let my mind wander too far,
But when the deer set off perhaps it walked a bit straighter,
And as I watched from my car,
I knew I'd follow suit sooner or later.
Oh I'd have to walk among the stones
Till I have found my self in the dead,
And risen to life from their bones
So at last up high I too can hold my head.