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i sleep with the dead

i sleep with the dead
under dismal light.

they are easy companions,
prudent in speech.

catacombs and bones
are my treasures

here among our fathers
and our mothers; strewn

like leaves along the path-
like dead leaves blown through

a briefly opened door.

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2 thoughts on “i sleep with the dead

  1. This starts with a mystery: in what way are ‘you’ sleeping with the dead? How, why, and where? Never answered; but there’s such a keen sense of our mortality in this. It’s very fresh. I like it

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