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