I’m here In the place Where last year I felt For...
And there on the edge of eternity Immortal kin embraced in...
Pretty sure I died. Went to heaven. And now Iām back....
Grey ghost In rags you dress Appropriate on occasion Numbered days...
A wounded solider watches over Four graveless headstones Generations of family...
As blind, as dismal, as dark, as bleak As the truth...
Sleep, he said For you are weary And the night cold...
If the whole world Had tear stained cheeks Would there still...
Catastrophe made her hungry Until she ate herself sick And drank...
I write for myself A captive audience Quiet. Attentive. Nearly inaudible...