Since Everyone I Love

A love poem, sorta, to all my friends and family, living and dead...

Since everyone I love is dead or dying

I take up the burden of tending to ghosts

All bells sound suspiciously

Like voices the dead have lost

 

The fantasy of life is easily shaken

Loose from a mortal grip

Ghosts nag discordantly for want of a body

Bodies turn pale and sick

 

The dead I collect are like stones in the skull

A heft of souls on the brain

Black-hearted angels offer no assistance

In making them sleep again

 

So I find no exception for the illusory assumption

That there exists an ethereal plan

Alone I reap time-sown wraiths

Hell pungent on my hands

 

God that maggot desires corpses

The warmth of blood on his breath

Like a drooling infant he brims in his glory

As his human toys all break