sitting there
on a broken tree trunk
in that
homely, lonely
cemetery
feeling like
death
wishing the spirit
never left
me on my own
on my own
amongst decaying flesh
and bits of corroded bone
sitting there
in the december sun
trying to see clear
trying to come
to terms with a thing called death
i wish you never left
me, sitting there
amongst wrecked
and worn graves
listening to waves
of noise, ///algorithms///the crows
the children's laughter
guard the
laughter
coming from the school
the school i once attended
the dead say nothing,
as if thoroughly offended
as if thoroughly offended
by joy, by life
by, life
we will come to die
for none can defy
the inevitable
we will come to die
for none can defy
the inevitable
