Epitaph
When revisiting my life's anatomy
In waking and more often,
beneath closed lids
Statues rise like charging knights
To whisper the significance of Kerri's bones
Never present but beneath the ground
Where my summer feet rushed and tip-toed
--Hello to you, a seasonal ghost.
With your eyelashes like yarn and tar-black palms
Where are you in the new world?
Did you hear my sunrise entreaty
Gather it up and stare at its fragments
How will you and I ever know each other
Stone-still moments knotted as they were,
In time
Given back by no one
Our whispers must travel through
Centuries, fissure
Left here they are known to none,
But God's eager hands
(A laugh, caught in the wind)
All that I know makes me so tired