Covered

Suffering under the weight of wood

Lifted up on high

The breath of agony blowing upon the watching

Watched by what they knew not

Whispering psalms into the darkness

Stretched out across night

The silence descending like the dove that alighted

Upon heaven’s own word

Covering perpetual evil

Swallowed whole tonight

The life laid down is the life taken up and followed

By such faltering footsteps 

There are some people who exist only in memory

There are some people who exist only in memory

Only within inner space

Turning and turning on the same spot

To face you in daylight

Then disappearing into darkness

Flickering sometimes in dreams

Always on the edges of consciousness

Asking not to be blotted out

Beckoning for home

But who is it asking?

Who is it wanting?

And who is it that knows?

O the dead do not feel dead

And those who live must die daily

To let go