See this morning
New
The sunflower and morning
Dew
A dream mid-wifed in heaven
Of a Lazarus father and his steel grey eye
Of names on his lips as he struggles to
Speak
The soil caked hair and crumbled box
Skin and bone the smell of d**h
Worms of time
Worms that toil to bring flesh back to the
Maker
Taker
Jowls fall
Pennies fall
The white hair falls
Sandy flesh falls
Cold dream
Fierce in its stubborn form
Shaken and worn
I awake, colder
Bolder