The Living Dead

[Aish]

How do we survive becoming accidents; With the ellipses in L3 and the period in S2 L3, should there be a question mark here?
bipeds of life split from the ether
on attempting a return... I adore your opening strophe. It's strong and slightly quixotic.

We wanted to regress, click the button,
sound the horn, we would-be shades
now flickering in weakened wax. Another strong strophe. The alliteration of 'weakened wax" adds an interesting bent.

These cobblestones, that bakery, I think 'that bakery' should be on the next line.
the rows and rows of cakes,
dished up by a luscious tart

we often thought about splitting
and dunking in our tea.
Now they're a new reality,

unnatural and weird, separated from the one
which ended at the broom cupboard.
Death, like trains, is always late,

passing through many platforms
as myriads of lone riders walk the aisles,
take their seats, or miss the doors like us. The last two strophes seriously pique my interest. Not only have you done a bang-up job tying the end with the beginning, but you've done it in a manner I can relate to. Although I do not know that I consider death to always be late - sometimes in fact I think it comes far too early, I have had various dreams where my higher self was at "The Station" for lack of a better term. The busy thronging platform of arrivals and departures. Very, very deep symbolism here, Jack.

This is a nice commentary, with pieces of concrete mundanity, but also some very arousing queries.