Poems

Do the Dead Wander?

There was a moment, when you entered through

That you knew the ants prattling on the ground

You knew to follow them to the fruit,

Foxes, an eye in the sky boring in,

The ones that eat carcassess like gods

Smelling the perfumed corpse smoke

In the hall of the heavens

But, you wake, dumb as ever

And confused by the chorus of air

And earth, for a moment you’re still the

Unblessed Hand grabbing the sword

You’re relieved, what did it mean?