Leave undone the pulling up of stakes,
the muffled drum,
the deep six.
Put aside that house of bones and give me leave to stitch your skin to you once more,
drawing it out tightly.
Barely beating, your heart confounds the rhythm of death.
how you came.
Tell me what the scincid lizard stole.
Tell me who comes to disencumber you now…
What mavens and circe and Loreleis look through the sweet by-and-by of prophecy.
Who comes now braving the solemn sea of passing shadows and the last burning embers of your given-up ghost… Who comes to repossess you now?
Well, tell them to come anyway.
All those girls and boys with their red and whites and blacks still unconvinced that gray is flushed with joy.
by the Stygian shores.
And count the sum of things through our dreamy eyed demise.