I dreamed
of your funeral
someone told me
to remove my hat,
in such scared space
with all those amputated flowers,
***** pipe moans, and
necromancing neckties
you spoke; you assured me
I did not have to expose
my naked head, or any other secrets
for you knew them all, as did those
among whom you now "walked"
others yet stared at me
with chastising eyes
admonishing me to uncover my head
for I was still among them they said…
they could not hear you or feel your breath
making the hairs stand on the back of my neck,
if they could, they would have let me be
they would have known
you did not demand truth
it was all around you, and even stripped of my hat
and forced to endure the sun's glaring revelations
we woeful walkers would yet be in darkness,
in this waking dream, imagining light
from a place that had none
I dreamed of your funeral…
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC
I dreamed
of your funeral
someone told me
to remove my hat,
in such scared space
with all those amputated flowers,
***** pipe moans, and
necromancing neckties
you spoke; you assured me
I did not have to expose
my naked head, or any other secrets
for you knew them all, as did those
among whom you now "walked"
others yet stared at me
with chastising eyes
admonishing me to uncover my head
for I was still among them they said…
they could not hear you or feel your breath
making the hairs stand on the back of my neck,
if they could, they would have let me be
they would have known
you did not demand truth
it was all around you, and even stripped of my hat
and forced to endure the sun's glaring revelations
we woeful walkers would yet be in darkness,
in this waking dream, imagining light
from a place that had none
I dreamed of your funeral…
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