HE CAN'T BE GONE
pacing crucifies my feet
for the end of song...
a prisoner of wakefulness
I'd rattle them,
if I had chains...
I drown in my forsaken test
I try to bend
these bars of pain.
I do not know this ghost of me--
reflected eyes are hateful foe.
A puzzled me now misses piece--
I thought we both had miles to go.
I took his robe and wrapped my soul
I fingered place we found him dead.
His sheets still held the smell of him
and proof of life--the blood he bled.
I laid down on the linen shroud
in tortured wonder if he knew--
death had to trick a man this proud--
it stole him as he put on shoes.
In his bed I rested head--
his pillows cushioning my pain.
That day my dreams remained undreamt--
I simply slept the past again.