TALKS WITH THE DEAD.

A POETS TALK WITH THE DEAD.

He converses too often

with the dead. The talks

Remembered, taken in

Deep the words said.

He sorts through afterwards

The conversations, what

Was said by who to whom,

And how was said. And as

He spoke took in the eyes

Of those speaking, the open

Happiness there, the lack

Of worries, absence of fear

Of their mortality, being there

In that other place, just a finger

Tip, a cool breath’s feel away.

He sees them, they pass by,

Time of no concern, no pressures

For them anymore, just the talking,

Soft conversations with those

Who have moved on, those who

Felt death’s kiss and touch over much.