where have they gone
those blue-bodied
shadows of night,
those who have crept
upon blank pages
and offered their sight

where have they gone
those murmurs nourished
in salty breath,
those who have lingered
blooming gently through
the cracked hands of death

where have they gone
those tireless
creatures of fear.
those who have conquered
their slow mortal days
can be found no longer here