Tag: memorial poetry

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

GHOSTS

Where do the dead go?

The dead that are not corpses, cosmetically renewed

and boxed, their faces familiar and serene.

Or brought to an essence, pale ashes in elegant canisters.

 

I ask for the other dead

those ghosts that wander unshriven among our sleep,

haunting the borderlands of our lives.